Chapter 279 - The Kind Man

The tent flap snapped open with a sharp rustle, like the crack of a whip slicing through the heavy silence. Rafael Vexley froze in his wheelchair, his breath catching in his throat. Behind the dark lenses of his shades, his steel-grey eyes widened in disbelief, the world narrowing to the figure standing before him. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his face partially shadowed by the soft lighting of the VIP tent, but there was no mistaking the familiar set of his jaw, the quiet intensity that radiated from him like a storm about to break. It was H—his enigmatic savior, his confidant, the ghost who had pulled him from the brink of despair years ago.