The day had barely broken when one of Leonid's men burst into the mansion, panting, his face pale like he'd seen a ghost.
Leonid, seated in his office, barely looked up. "What is it?" he asked, irritation in his tone.
"Sir… sir," the man stammered, trying to catch his breath, "Mr. Damian… and Miss Elena… they're alive. They're back."
Leonid froze mid-motion, his eyes widening. "What?" His hand snatched at his suit, almost tearing it as adrenaline surged through him. "Alive? Both of them?"
The man nodded frantically. "Yes, sir. They're 're in New York…."
Leonid's mind raced. His chest tightened. The air felt suddenly thinner. He barked, voice sharp: "Inform Adrian. Immediately."
Leonid froze again, the thought sending a chill down his spine. "Is my father aware of this."
The man bowed quickly,. "Sir… I have no idea if he is aware of this?"
