The air was heavy with the scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfumes as the hum of conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. Guests in sharp suits and sparkling gowns mingled, their voices rising in unison as laughter filled the grand hall. The guests gathered in the sprawling living room of Mr. Zack Sinclair, where a piano sat elegantly in the corner. Its key is occasionally graced by the fingers of an accomplished musician.The waiters dressed in black suits weaved through the crowd with trays of fine wine. The music was light, creating an atmosphere of grandeur without shadowing the lively conversations.Asher sat at the side, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, with a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime. His presence got the attention of everyone around, who were wondering who the young man was and where he was from.He was unbothered by the eye staring at him; People couldn’t stop admiring how he looked. Meanwhile, Emily stood near the centre of the room; she was

The man holding the young lady’s arm was the first to turn, “Who the hell are you?” He barked, his grip tightened on the woman’s arm “Let them go, you are hurting her,” Asher warned.The men exchanged glances at each other as their faces were filled with anger. It was obvious the man standing before them had a death wish. Does he think he can handle five of them? The man pointed his gun at Asher, “You should leave now you have the chance. I might forgive you and let it slide, but if you stand in our way, I will not think twice to kill you.” He gripped tightly to his gun.“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, let them go.” The men were boiling in rage; Asher wasn’t supposed to be in the picture. This was supposed to be an easy Job but With Asher stepping in, they seemed to be having a difficulty. A cold glint flashed on his eyes, “I don’t care which family you are from, this is none of your business. Take one more step, and I will pull the trigger.” Asher remained unfazed as he advanced.