CHAPTER 103

RENEE

He had messaged me that we should meet at his place, a suggestion I had agreed to.

As I pulled up outside his house, I reached for the bottle of expensive liquor I had picked up on my way over. It wasn't just a gesture of goodwill—this drink was part of my plan. My goal was simple: get him drunk, drunk enough to lose his thinking and sign the document I had brought with me. Whether or not he remembered signing it the next day didn't concern me in the slightest. All that mattered was getting his signature. Once that was done, my dealings with him would be over, and I could finally move on and watch him self-destruct from a distance.

The security guard stationed at the entrance gave me a respectful nod before stepping aside to push the heavy door open. I walked in, but as soon as I stepped into the living room, I froze, stunned by the scene in front of me.