Outside the cinema, Aiden Sheldon looked up at the night sky, took out a cigarette from his pocket, cupped his hand around it, and with a click of the lighter, lit the cigarette.
He stood next to a large pillar, in a shadowy spot, with only a faint flicker from the cigarette visible between his fingers.
The night in early spring in the Capital City was still a bit chilly.
However, the suit he wore was a high-end custom piece made of natural materials, rich in cashmere, keeping him very warm.
Moreover, it felt as though there was a fire within him, making him quite restless.
Several bodyguards trailed silently beside him, standing in four directions, performing their duties.
Without needing instructions, they stood unobtrusively, neither disturbing Aiden's solitude nor leaving him alone.
The bodyguards hired by The Wealthiest are of world-class standards.
Aiden took a few puffs of his cigarette, slightly calming his agitated mood.
