Chapter 100 War

• As the elevator doors slid open, Hazel stepped out into the quiet lobby, the soft hum of the elevator fading into the background. It was the closing hour, and the usual bustle of the office building had dwindled to a few stragglers hurrying to leave. Hazel's heels clicked on the polished floor as she made her way towards the exit, her eyes fixed on the sleek black car waiting by the curb.
• Noah was already seated in the backseat, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the car's interior lights, his piercing eyes gleaming with a hint of warmth.
• He wasn't driving this time, and Hazel's eyes flicked to Lucas, his strong jawline and brooding expression a stark contrast to Noah's charming smile. The car's interior was a cocoon of luxury, the soft leather seats and polished wood trim exuding an air of sophistication.