Chapter 331 - Apologize Properly

The first rays of dawn pierced through the haze of Rafael Vexley's hangover, painting the rugged cliffside in hues of gold and crimson. The air was crisp, laced with the salty tang of the ocean far below, where waves crashed relentlessly against jagged rocks. Rafael stirred, his tall, athletic frame sprawled awkwardly on the hard earth, one arm dangling perilously close to the edge. His dark wavy hair was tousled, matted with dew, and his crisp designer suit—now rumpled and stained with dirt—clung to him like a second skin. The Ferrari sat a short distance away, its sleek red body gleaming under the rising sun, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed landscape.