The living room was steeped in quiet elegance.
The elderly woman sat poised in a classic black cheongsam, her silver-white hair meticulously styled.
Her only adornment was an exquisite jade bracelet, its emerald hue glowing softly against her wrist.
Time had traced delicate lines across her face, yet her refined beauty still shone through—every inch the dignified matriarch.
She held a cup of steaming tea, her gaze steady as she questioned Gino.
Gino, meanwhile, dabbed at the cold sweat on his forehead, his replies measured and cautious.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew both their attention.
Calvin strode in, his silver-gray suit immaculately tailored, not a crease in sight.
His every movement exuded effortless grace.
His strikingly handsome features—as if carved by a master sculptor—betrayed only a hint of surprise.
"Grandmother," he said, arching a brow before casting a cool glance at Gino.
"What brings you here?"
