Chapter 72
- With a calculated move, she extended a glass toward him, her fingers brushing against the stem as she presented the vile concoction as a token of their shared victory. But to her shock, Leon remained unmoved, his eyes locked on a point beyond her, his body tense with a barely contained rage. In a swift, unanticipated motion, he turned away, storming out of the room, leaving Lena to grapple with the realization that her hold on him was slipping.
- Her pained expression contorted into a scowl as she watched him leave, her attempts at manipulation faltering in the face of his growing resistance. The mask of control she had worn so flawlessly was cracking, revealing the desperation that lurked beneath. As the door closed behind him, the room was once again consumed by an oppressive silence, the shattered glass and spilled wine serving as a poignant reminder of the broken pieces of their calculated alliance.
- With a palpable sense of urgency, Leon gripped the steering wheel of his sleek car, the rush of wind and asphalt whizzing past him a metaphor for the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. His gaze was both curious and laser-focused, his brows furrowed in a reflection of the gravity of the situation. Each turn of the road, each pulse of the engine, was a symphony of his determination to uncover the truth that had eluded him for so long. The map before him was a lifeline, a digital thread weaving through the labyrinthine maze of streets, leading him ever closer to the enigma that was Ava. The glow of his phone's screen illuminated his face, casting a shadow that danced with the alternating currents of curiosity and a fierce seriousness.