Chapter 138 G Wagon

Viktor sat in the back seat of his custom black Rolls-Royce, the city lights reflecting off its polished exterior as it cruised toward the private airport. The scent of Italian leather filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Viktor’s cologne—a blend of cedar and musk, subtle but commanding. His two most trusted bodyguards, Dmitri and Roman, sat silently in the front, their sharp eyes scanning every passing car as though trouble might emerge from the shadows. Viktor's phone buzzed on the seat beside him. He glanced at the message—it was confirmation that his jet was fueled and ready. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the phone back onto the seat, his mind already on the journey ahead.