Chapitre 111: Meet Maverick

Avery's car glided into the basement of Damien's estate, the soft hum of the engine echoing against the cement walls. Evelyn glanced around, the low lighting and stark walls giving the place an eerie feeling. She couldn't remember ever being down here—Damien always handled his business elsewhere. She looked at Avery, expecting her friend to feel the same unease, but Avery's expression was, surprisingly, one of amusement.

"Well, I didn't think he'd be this cliché," Avery smirked as they stepped out of the car, her heels clicking on the concrete. "A secretive basement office? Really? How very mafia of him."

Evelyn shook her head. "This one is better than the one I visited last time." Luckily, Damien seemed to be kind enough to choose a different location, as going through that road would remind her of their accident again.