Jeffrey stepped out of the car, his sharp eyes narrowing as waves of noise and screams poured from inside the underground bar.
The music was loud enough to make the ground vibrate beneath his feet. He frowned slightly, irritation flickering across his expression.
Finn, standing beside him, glanced nervously at his boss and hesitated before suggesting cautiously, "Master Jeffrey, there are a lot of people inside. Should I go in and bring Miss Diaz out?"
Jeffrey's cold gaze shifted toward him. "No need. I'll go in myself."
Before Finn could say anything more, the sound of another engine roared to a stop.
A sleek silver Porsche pulled up right next to Jeffrey's car. The driver's door opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
Both men froze when their eyes met.
Jeffrey's brows drew together slightly, while the other man, Kieran, arched his brow in surprise.
The air between them grew tense in an instant, like a silent face-off between rivals.
