The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

136: The Rightful Owner

The street was a blur of movement as Eric and Jacob sprinted towards the ring, their eyes fixed on the glint of metal that seemed to dance just out of reach. With each step, the ring seemed to slip further away, kicked by a passing foot or rolling just out of grasp.

Eric's mind raced with confusion and disbelief. Why was this stranger so desperate to claim the ring as his own? No one had ever approached him like this before, demanding something that belonged to him. Could it be that Jacob knew more about the ring than he did? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Beside him, Jacob's gaze was locked on Eric, his expression a mixture of determination and frustration. Eric didn't fit the image of a man who possessed such power – he was poorly dressed and unassuming. Yet there it was, the ring gleaming on his finger, the very object Jacob had spent months searching for.

As they continued to chase after the ring, Eric's heart pounded in his chest, a sense of urgency driving him forward