ARMAND ARMSTRONG; BILLIONAIRE ON A MISSION

Chapter Thirty-two

The lady opened the door, and they walked into the gym, a sleek and modern space that exuded a sense of luxury and wellness.

The interior was tastefully designed, with gleaming hardwood floors, mirrored walls, and state-of-the-art equipment that seemed to gleam in the soft lighting.

The air was fresh and clean, with a hint of citrus and a subtle scent of essential oils.

As they entered, Armand took in the environment, taking in the rows of high-end treadmills, ellipticals, and weight machines.

The gym was bustling with activity, yet it didn't feel crowded or overwhelming. Instead, it seemed like a serene oasis, where people came to focus on their health and fitness.

The lady led him through the main floor, pointing out various amenities. They passed by a juice bar, where a friendly attendant offered them a refreshing drink.

As they walked, the lady smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Welcome to Elite Fitness, Mr. I think you'll find that this is a special place."

Arman