Chapter 145 Kidnapped Call

• Nathalie sat in the dimly lit lounge, a delicate porcelain teacup cradled in her hands. The gentle clink of the cup meeting its saucer was the only sound breaking the silence, accompanied by the faint aroma of Earl Grey wafting through the air. The soft glow of the lamp on the side table cast a warm light, highlighting the intricate patterns on the walls and the rich, burgundy upholstery of the furniture.
• She took a slow sip, her mind drifting through the events of the day, when the door creaked open. Sandro walked in, his presence a sharp contrast to the tranquil atmosphere. His expression was stern, his eyes carrying an urgency that immediately caught Nathalie's attention.
• “Nathalie,” Sandro began, his voice steady but low, “it’s time. You need to call Lucas.”