The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

121: Withdrawn

Eric trudged back to the hotel room, his mind was filled with frustration and anxiety. The relentless search for the missing ring had left him exhausted and drained.

He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him, the fear of what would happen if the ring fell into the wrong hands.

As he entered the room, a heavy sense of defeat settled over him.

He collapsed onto the bed, his thoughts consumed by the elusive ring. "Lucius," he muttered under his breath, the name a desperate plea for guidance.

But there was no response, no sign of the mysterious ring bearer.

Eric's heart sank as he realized the weight of the situation. Without the ring, he felt powerless, vulnerable.

It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of his identity as the mysterious Mr. Radcliffe, it was his authority. Losing it meant losing everything he had worked so hard to achieve.

How could he function without the ring?

With a heavy sigh, Eric buried his face in his hands, his mind racing