Chapitre 27: Filthy Crossroads

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Back in Dubai, Jonathan woke up his eyes still trying to adapt from the sunrays that flashed straight through his bedroom window. Jonathan stirred from his deep slumber. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes squinted against the unexpected brightness. Lying on a king-sized bed adorned with silk sheets, he stretched his toned, muscular frame, and a satisfied smirk played on his lips. Another successful night of revelry and indulgence had passed, adding to his vast wealth and notoriety.

As he reached for his smartphone on the nightstand, the device flickered to life, revealing a barrage of missed calls and messages. His younger sister, Mclean, was never one to let him rest in peace, especially when their shared mischievous streak ran deep.

"Damn it, Mclean, can't a man enjoy a good night without you ruining the fun?" Jonathan muttered with annoyance.