His hands aren't clean

Lucius brought the car to a stop in front of the towering glass building that bore the name Anderson Organization in bold, metallic letters. "This is as far as we can go," he said firmly, his gaze flickering toward the building's entrance.

Ruby stepped out of the car, her heels clicking on the pavement as she handed the keys to the waiting chauffeur, who had appeared promptly to take over.

Without sparing a glance back, she strode confidently toward the building's grand entrance.

"Why did she go in there?" Layla murmured, her brow furrowing in confusion. She leaned forward slightly, her curiosity getting the better of her. "We should follow her," she added decisively, already reaching for the door handle.

Lucius nodded, glancing at her briefly. "Go ahead and wait for me at the entrance. I'll park the car and catch up with you," he replied.