Chapter 67

Andrew Reynolds stood at the door of his grand mansion, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers.

He winced as he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his side, a reminder of the brutal fight he had had with Henry.

He pulled out his sunglasses and slipped them on, hoping to conceal the bruises and cuts on his face.

Moments later, the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance of the mansion.

Andrew stepped out, adjusting his shades and taking a moment to compose himself. He stood tall, his hands in his pockets, as Tony rushed to open the car door for him.

Without a word, he made his way inside the car. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus. "There's a briefcase in the living room," he said to Tony. "Bring it to me."

Tony quickly exited the car and rushed inside, returning shortly with the briefcase. Andrew took it from him, placing it carefully on his lap. With a sense of purpose, he leaned back into his seat and the car pulled away from the mansion