Chapter 132

As Ares strode out of the building, his men flanking him, he felt a sense of satisfaction. Martina had been a thorn in his side for too long, and it was time to show her who held the power. He got into the backseat of his sleek black car, Antonio sliding in beside him. The driver closed the door and started the engine, pulling away from the curb with smooth precision. Ares took out his phone and dialed a number, his eyes cold and calculating.