victor

Victor was sitting on his bed, freshly woken up, sipping his morning coffee while casually browsing through profiles on his laptop. His mind was focused on his usual scheming, searching for potential targets with strong backgrounds—particularly influential women he could seduce and manipulate for his own revenge. Life was moving according to his plans.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, interrupting his quiet morning.

Victor paused, lowering his coffee cup, and glanced toward the door with a hint of irritation. It was rare for anyone to disturb him this early. His brows furrowed slightly, but he stayed calm.

"Come in," he called out, voice steady, though curiosity tugged at him.

The door swung open, and Drake, one of his most trusted subordinates, entered in a rush. He was in his usual work suit, but his face was pale, covered in sweat, and his hurried steps betrayed panic.