RISE OF THE BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

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Sir Ren stood up, smoothing out the creases in his suit as his female assistant entered the room, carrying his leather briefcase.

"The cars are ready, sir," she said, her voice calm and professional.

He nodded with a smile, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Perfect. Let’s go."

With a confident stride, he followed her out of the office and into the bright sunlight, where a sleek convoy of luxury cars awaited. The engines purred softly, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the light.

As he slid into the back seat of the lead car, Ren felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. His plans were moving smoothly, and tonight was reserved for some well-earned relaxation at his penthouse. He could already picture the view from his top-floor suite,

He leaned back in the plush seat, a smirk playing on his lips.

"To the penthouse," he instructed the driver.

The assistant settled into the seat beside him, organizing his schedule for the evening. The convoy pulled away from the building, glidi