Chapter 26 Vincent

• As soon as Vincent entered the room, his presence grabbed everyone's attention. The venue was lavish, filled with the city's most influential figures, each mingling over champagne and caviar. The sound of low conversation and glasses clinking filled the air, but Vincent's thoughts were elsewhere, reliving the morning's events and the mounting stress in his life.
• As he moved through the crowd, he caught sight of a familiar face—Adone. The elderly man had his customary group of people around him, and he was chatting with them while wearing a cunning smile. But when their eyes met, something shifted. Vincent's face remained expressionless, except for a small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was the type of smile that would appear polite to an outsider, but it spoke volumes about the simmering hostility beneath the surface.
• Adone noticed the smile, his expression betraying nothing. He excused himself from his group and made his way toward Vincent, his every step measured and deliberate. As he approached, the tension in the room seemed to thicken, like a storm cloud rolling in.