Chapter 123 Watching The Watcher

• The Kareem mansion was steeped in its usual hush—luxury coated in silence. Late afternoon light dripped through the tall, wide windows like honey, golden and warm, casting long, angled shadows across the marble floor. The scent of cinnamon tea lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the distant hum of the central AC.
• Regan entered the living room without hurry, his steps measured, deliberate. He wasn’t in a rush. The kind of truth he was after didn’t need to be chased—it simply needed to be lured out.
• He found Imani exactly where he expected her—sitting on the cream sectional, one leg crossed over the other, flipping slowly through the pages of Luxe Vogue, her manicured fingers idly toying with the corners. Her posture was elegant, relaxed. Almost too relaxed.