Chapter 50
The morning down here at Maison de la Croix was different.
It was that kind of morning that screamed, "discipline is back maintain order."
Victor Cross had returned. And the last mistake anyone would want to make was getting him pissed… or worse, getting him to yell. His presence alone commanded enough discipline, fear, and respect before he even uttered a word.
The house smelled freshly of polished mahogany, and the faint aroma of toast drifted through the French-Gothic interiors of the mansion. Everything about this morning felt different from when Sebastian was in charge.
Gone were the lazy mornings.
Everyone was busy. From the faint, steady hum of the Lister generator to the sanitarians trimming the flower beds in the garden, the cleaners filtering the pools, and the gardeners weeding the grass. Security patrols moved in tight rhythm, their radios crackling faintly in the distance.
Everything looked seamless and perfectly orchestrated.
