Chapter 338 - Meeting With Cleopatra.

Kyle pulled up to the wrought-iron gates of the estate, the engine of his sedan idling softly as armed guards in crisp black suits eyed him through the tinted windows. The place sprawled like a fortress disguised as luxury—high stone walls topped with razor wire, floodlights sweeping the manicured lawns, and what looked like sniper nests perched on the rooftops. Someone might mistake it for a military official's retreat, complete with helipad and armored vehicles parked discreetly in the distance. Kyle's grip tightened on the wheel. How many such strongholds did Cleopatra own? This wasn't her main mansion; it felt like a backup lair, one of many in her web of hidden assets. He flashed the code Isabeau had texted him, and the gates swung open with a hydraulic whisper.