Nelson

The VIP floor exuded an atmosphere of tranquility and cleanliness, but what truly caught my eye was a group of tall bodyguards clad in sharp black suits, each radiating an air of confidence. I recognized them as Peter's loyal subordinates; it was evident that Peter had invested considerable effort in ensuring their readiness. The bodyguards, all with athletic builds and fair complexions, wore impeccably tailored suits. Even the advanced communication devices nestled against their ears glimmered with a cold light, exemplifying the standards of professional security. Every detail conveyed a sense of professionalism and caution, radiating an aura of steadiness and reliability. To top it all off, they were undeniably handsome.

As soon as they spotted me, the bodyguards straightened up in unison and bowed, greeting me with a resounding, “Mr. Lucas.” Their voices were deep and clear, laced with evident respect and deference. It was obvious that their training had insti