Chapter 9

Trousers hugging his frame with just the right amount of tension, a crisp white shirt, a solid silk tie, hair combed back neatly, and the faint scent of aftershave mingling with his natural scent. He looked high-end enough not to be taken lightly, yet subtle enough not to draw unnecessary attention. The moment he double-checked his appearance and took a step back from the full-length mirror, a voice called out to him from beyond the door. “Breakfast is ready, young master.”