Chapter 139

The living room of the Gerald mansion as always was a picture of elegance, with its high ceilings, antique furniture, and ornate chandeliers.

The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft light, and the room smelled faintly of cedar and aged leather.

Gerald sat comfortably on a plush leather sofa, a crystal tumbler of scotch in his hand, his gaze fixed on the large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

The live basketball game held his attention, the rapid movements and cheers of the crowd providing a soothing background to his thoughts.

A soft knock on the doorframe drew his attention. He turned to see the housemaid standing respectfully at the entrance, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Good evening, Mr. Gerald,” she greeted him with a slight bow. “You have visitors from the council.”

Gerald’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his composed demeanor. “Send them in,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. The maid nodded and left the room.

Gerald took another sip of his