Chapter 135 Love Or Legacy

• The heavy oak doors of the study closed behind Regan with a dull thud. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the desk lamp and the fading daylight bleeding through the velvet curtains. The scent of aged books and sandalwood hung in the air.
• Chief Kareem sat behind his desk, posture rigid, hands folded with meticulous calm — the very image of controlled authority. He didn’t look up at first, just gestured toward the leather chair across from him.
• Regan hesitated before sitting.