Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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When he finally arrived at his family’s mansion, the sky was a deep indigo, speckled with the first stars of the evening. He parked in the circular driveway and stepped out, the grand facade of the house looming before him. The cool night air whispered past him, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens.

The mansion was silent, save for the quiet rustle of leaves in the breeze. As he stepped inside, Mr. Lorentz, the family’s ever-attentive butler, was already waiting in the foyer, hands clasped behind his back.

“Welcome back, sir,” Mr. Lorentz said with a polite smile that hinted at genuine concern. “Long day, I assume?”

Allvar managed a tired nod. “You could say that, Mr. Lorentz. Anything noteworthy while I was away?”

“Not particularly, sir, except for a message from your father. He mentioned he would like to speak with you in the morning.”

Allvar’s brow furrowed. “Did he say why?”

Mr. Lorentz shook his head. “Only that it was of importance, sir. Would you lik