Media Frenzy: Victor Found Out That Racheal Is An Heiress

The low growl of the engine came to a stop as Victor’s black Jeep halted in front of the towering glass building of his company.

The tension inside the vehicle matched the dark skies overhead, heavy with the promise of a storm. Without missing a beat, his guard leaped out of the front seat and hurried around, opening the door for him.

Victor stepped out, his polished black boots hitting the pavement with authority. His sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his muscular frame, exuding power.

The collar of his crisp white shirt peeked from beneath the jacket, and the glint of his silver cufflinks caught the faint morning light. His hair was slicked back, dark and neatly groomed, with his chiseled jaw clenched in irritation.

“Move faster, damn it!” he snapped at the guard as he slammed the car door. The edge in his voice cut through the air like a knife. His guard flinched but said nothing, falling in line behind him as Victor strode toward the building.

Each step was calcul