Night in Las Vegas—Malfoy Zacob

"Malfoy Zacob?" Sherry had quite an impression of the man. He was tall, bulky, and, well, dangerous. With everything going on in her life, she had almost forgotten about him.

"He's at your office, right?" Levian confirmed with his grandfather, who nodded.

"Alright, let's go," Levian gently nudged Sherry's shoulder.

Sherry supported him as they walked toward the elevator. The old master’s office was on the top floor. The door to the elevator opened silently, and both Levian and Sherry stepped inside.

Noticing that his grandfather was trying to join them, Levian spoke up, “It’s alright, Grandpa. He’s here on business.”

“Business?” His grandfather eyed him suspiciously. “What kind of business?”

Before Levian could answer, Sherry stepped in, “Grandpa, it’s for me.”

His grandfather remained slightly suspicious. After all, it was unusual for Levian to associate with his rivals. But thinking about how it might concern Sherry, he chose not to press further.

Many things had changed in Levian