Under the soft neon glow of the city streets, Edward's luxury car glided smoothly through the quiet roads. Inside, he sat in silence, occasionally casting a glance at the young woman beside him.
The shifting colours of billboards and streetlights outside painted a kaleidoscope across Eleanor's face, casting fleeting patterns over her flawless skin. For a moment, Edward found her presence almost surreal… calm, beautiful, distant. She looked like a goddess lost in thought, untouchable under the moonlit glamour of the night.
After a long silence, Edward finally voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.
"Miss Raynor… how did you know about Grayson?"
Eleanor chuckled lightly but didn't turn to look at him. Her gaze remained fixed on the passing streets outside.
