Suddenly, the silence was shattered. The roar of a high-performance engine echoed through the empty street as a military vehicle skidded to a halt behind his Maserati. Before the dust could settle, the door flew open. A man with eyes like cold steel and the unmistakable aura of the Sin family stepped out.
Alen Sin, his military uniform crisp despite the late hour, came to a halt as a familiar, low voice cut through the darkness.
"Mr. Sin."
Alen Sin turned to see Michael leaning against his black Maserati. The ground around the man was littered with discarded cigarette butts, a testament to a long, agonizing vigil. A touch of complexity flickered in hiss eyes.
"How long have you been here?" Alen asked, his gaze drifting to the silent evidence of Michael's presence. He struggled with the conflicting emotions of seeing the man who had caused his sister so much pain also being the one who had followed her through the night to ensure her safety.
