Fifteen minutes later, Matthew stepped out of the building, dressed in a sharp black button-down and dark slacks. He had ditched the suit for something more relaxed, though his presence still carried its usual authority.
Angel was already waiting by the curb.
She had swapped her business attire for something more fitting for the night—a sleek, dark green dress that stopped just above the knee, paired with black heels. It was the first time Matthew had seen her in something other than her usual office wardrobe, and for a brief second, he almost didn't recognize her.
"Surprised?" she asked, catching his glance.
Matthew smirked. "Not bad."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
A sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and Matthew gestured for her to get in. As they drove through the city, the neon lights of Manila's nightlife reflected against the tinted windows.