While Sandra and Anthony were deep in discussion with Ethan inside the Majestic Skies Building, Alex sat in his car, parked discreetly in a deserted alley across the street. The early morning sun cast long shadows, creating a perfect cover for Alex's covert surveillance. He had trailed Ethan to the building and had noted with keen interest Sandra's arrival. Her presence indicated that something significant was brewing, and Alex was determined to uncover it.His eyes scanned the building's entrance, watching intently for any movement. Time seemed to crawl by, the silence of the alley only broken by the occasional distant hum of a passing car. Alex's mind raced with possibilities, his instincts telling him that whatever was happening inside was crucial.Suddenly, the car door beside him was wrenched open with brutal force. Alex barely had time to react before a rough voice growled, "Surprise, motherfucker."Jackson's hulking figure loomed over him, his grip like a vice as he yanked

Ethan stood in his room, adjusting his tie as he admired his reflection in the full-length mirror. The luxurious tuxedo he wore was a deep shade of midnight blue, tailored to his body perfectly. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft lighting, exuding a sense of timeless elegance and sophistication. His crisp white shirt contrasted beautifully against the dark jacket, and the polished black shoes completed the ensemble. As he added the final touches to his outfit, a silver cufflink on each wrist, his mind briefly wandered to Suzan.For a fleeting moment, Ethan's expression softened as he thought of her. Memories of their times together surfaced, bringing a brief smile to his lips. He allowed himself to bask in the nostalgia for just a second before refocusing on the present. He knew tonight was about Sandra, and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.Satisfied with his appearance, Ethan left his room and found Paul waiting outside, a look of admiration in his eyes. "

Back at the restaurant, As Sandra took her seat across from him, the soft hum of conversation around them faded into the background.“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Sandra,” Ethan said, his voice low and sincere.“Thank you, Ethan,” Sandra replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You clean up pretty well yourself. I almost didn’t recognize you without a boardroom in the background.”Ethan chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s nice to get away from the office once in a while. Especially when the company is as enchanting as you.”Sandra’s eyes twinkled as she leaned in slightly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Ethan. But tell me, how does it feel to be one of the city’s most eligible bachelors?”“Exhausting, mostly,” Ethan admitted with a grin. “Everyone expects you to live up to this larger-than-life image. Sometimes, it’s just nice to have a real conversation with someone who knows the real you.”Sandra raised an eyebrow, her smile

Sunlight began its gentle assault on Sandra’s room, filtering through the sheer white curtains and casting a soft, golden hue across her cozy sanctuary. The warmth caressed her face, nudging her from the depths of a tranquil slumber. As her eyelids fluttered open, she blinked against the light, her senses gradually reawakening to the new day.The scent of lavender from her bedside diffuser mingled with the morning air, creating a soothing ambiance. Sandra stretched languidly, her muscles slowly shaking off the remnants of sleep. The quilt slipped off her shoulder, revealing her smooth, bare skin to the room's cool air. She shivered slightly before pushing herself up, the soft rustle of her sheets breaking the morning silence.She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her toes meeting the plush rug with a sense of familiarity. Sandra ran her fingers through her tousled hair, taming the wild strands as she moved towards the window. Pulling the curtains aside, she let the full fo

The Tree Mansion, with its ornate carvings of ancient symbols and the grand tree insignia on the gigantic front door, was a hive of activity. The hall was bustling with men moving briskly, gearing up for an imminent assault. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, mingling with the tension that crackled like static electricity.Weapons of all kinds were laid out on long tables: sleek assault rifles with high-capacity magazines, shotguns with serrated barrels, and handguns with customized grips. There were crates of ammunition, meticulously sorted into types and calibers, along with grenades, flashbangs, and other tactical explosives. Body armor vests were stacked neatly, and night-vision goggles, communication devices, and combat knives were being checked and rechecked by the operatives.In one corner of the mansion, away from the frenetic preparations, the mysterious man sat in his dimly lit bedroom. His demeanor was calm, almost detached, as if the chaos outside the d