The Mercedes took a sharp right turn into an upscale district Kane didn't recognize.
"This isn't the way back!"
Kane twisted in his seat, watching familiar landmarks disappear behind them.
The buildings here screamed money: sleek architecture, manicured landscaping, and doormen in crisp uniforms standing guard at entrances.
"Are you trying to kidnap me right now?"
"I told you, the day isn't over."
Cyrus's tone remained infuriatingly casual as he navigated through streets lined with luxury boutiques and high-end restaurants.
They pulled up to a glittering skyscraper that seemed to pierce the night sky, its facade a masterpiece of steel and glass that caught and reflected the city's glow.
A valet approached immediately, opening Kane's door.
Cyrus handed over the keys without a word, then guided Kane through glass doors into a marble lobby that belonged in a palace.
