Chapter 63 Schemes And Seductions

• The dimly lit VIP room pulsated with the thumping bass of the music from the dance floor below. Malta, a man known for his short temper and no-nonsense attitude, clenched his fists as he paced back and forth, his expensive leather shoes echoing on the polished marble floor.
• His jaw was tight, and his eyes blazed with fury as he glanced around at the group of people who had gathered in the exclusive area. There was a tense atmosphere in the room, and whispers of his name circulated among the guests, aware that trouble was brewing.
• The scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke lingered in the air, creating an aura of decadence and danger. Malta's finely tailored suit hugged his muscular frame, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within him.