The high-altitude winds screamed against the sleek hull of the Bugatti Stratos as it soared through the upper atmosphere, heading westbound toward the British Isles. Inside the soundproofed cabin, the atmosphere was thick with quiet tension.
Richard looked out the window before turning to his grandson with a deeply serious expression.
"Alex, my father and the rest of the Velmires are not easy opponents. They are vengeful spirits. They might use the dirtiest methods imaginable to get back at you."
Alex swirled the drink in his glass, his expression entirely unbothered. "You do not have to worry about that, Grandpa. Now, tell me, where is my dad?"
