Chapter Thirty Two

Diluc arrived at his father’s office building, a towering structure that loomed over London’s skyline. The city sprawled out below, a mix of historic landmarks and modern skyscrapers, the River Thames winding its way through the heart of it all. He had received an urgent summons from Antoine earlier that morning, and the tone of the message had left no room for ambiguity. His father was not pleased.

As he stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, Diluc adjusted his tie, mentally preparing for the confrontation ahead. Antoine's office was at the end of a long, opulent corridor, its walls adorned with expensive artwork and awards that testified to his success. The receptionist nodded at him, signaling that Antoine was ready to see him.

Diluc walked into the office, noting the sweeping views of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sight of the London Eye, the Shard, and the historic Tower Bridge framed against the horizon was impressive, but