Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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The laughter echoed like a cacophony of mocking crows as Allvar stepped out of the sedan. The moment he emerged, dressed in the midnight-blue suit with subtle silver embroidery, heads turned, and eyes widened with barely concealed amusement. The brilliance of their own shimmering, gem-encrusted ensembles outshone his understated attire, or so they thought.

“Look at that,” a young man whispered to his companion, struggling to suppress a grin. “Did he get lost on his way to a funeral?”

“Must be a new servant trying to make a statement,” another voice chimed in, followed by a snicker. The crowd erupted in low chuckles, a symphony of arrogance that twisted through the cool night air.

Allvar’s jaw clenched, but his expression remained neutral. He took a deep breath, allowing the whispers to slide off him like rain on a stone. This was exactly what he expected. He tightened his grip on the keys in his hand, tossing them back into the car before striding forward, his shoulders squa