He was caught off guard but kept his cool.


    He rolled down the car window and inquired in a cold tone, “Who are you?”


    The leading man replied, “Mr.


    Howard, Mr.


    Jordan Walsh wants to see you.


    Pleasee with us.


    ”


    Jordan?


    Emilio’s expression grew somber.


    He swung the door open and stepped out.


    The leader extended his hand towards him.


    “Mr.


    Howard, we’ll have to hold onto your phone for the time being.


    ”


    Emilio knew what was happening.


    He didn’t resist and handed over his phone.


    Jordan was cutting off his secret ties to Domenic.


    A bad feeling crept up in Emilio’s heart.


    The man in ck covered Emilio’s eyes with a ck cloth.


    He apologized for it, but his hands kept moving.


    The car sped along the expressway for several minutes before transitioning onto a bumpier road, suggesting they were now crossing a mountainous terrain.


    Emilio’s nerves began to fray.


    He couldn’t help but wonder about the sudden, secretive nature of this meeting arranged by Jordan.


    Eventually, the vehicle came to a halt.


    The ck cloth was abruptly removed from Emilio’s eyes, revealing a brightly lit, Luxurious vi.


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    The sudden brightness forced Emilio to shield his eyes with his hand.


    Gradually, as his vision adjusted, he discerned that he was likely at one of the Walsh family’s properties.


    As Emilio was led towards the entrance, two tall, armed guards blocked his path.


    Emilio frowned, confused.


    “I’m sorry, but we need to conduct a body search before you can enter,” the man in ck exined.


    A sense of foreboding washed over Emilio.


    The insistence on a search indicated that something was wrong.


    After handing over all his items, Emilio was granted entry.


    He stepped through the doorway alone, the door mming shut behind him with a resounding thud.


    It sent a shiver through Emilio.


    His heart pounded with apprehension as he thought of whaty ahead.


    Jordan was seated on a plush leather sofa.


    He held a sleek, dark cane in his left hand, his right hand resting atop it.


    His legs were positioned apart in a stance that projected power and dominance.


    Jordan’s gaze lifted to meet Emilio as soon as he walked in.


    As Emilio locked eyes with Jordan, he felt an intense, prating aura emanating from the older man that seemed capable of piercing right through a person’s soul.


    Emilio’s legs began to tremble.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    The intensity in Jordan’s eyes bore a striking resemnce to that of Domenic.


    “Mr.


    Walsh.


    ” Emilio approached Jordan and greeted him with a mix of caution and respect.


    “You have been overseeing Vitality Entertainment recently, haven’t you?” Jordan’s gaze remained fixed on Emilio as he spoke in a measured tone.


    Emilio responded with a careful nod.