A sleek, silver luxury sedan glided silently down the street, its headlights cutting through the darkness. It pulled up directly behind Ryan's SUV, and the engine hummed with a quiet, expensive precision.
The door opened, and a man stepped out. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, his hair slicked back without a single strand out of place. This was Julian, the man the family had chosen—the "worthy" suitor they intended to replace Ryan with.
"What is this mess? I could hear the shouting from the corner," said Julian.
"Julian, thank God you're here. This... this creature won't leave. He's delusional, claiming he owns cars and houses," said the mother-in-law, her voice instantly shifting to a refined tone.
Julian walked toward the gate, looking down at Ryan, who was currently pinned against the gravel by the guards. A smirk of pure condescension played on Julian's lips.
