Chapter 350

Beckett parked his car downstairs, ready to head up. Miles Schroeder lived in one of the most high-end residential towers in Pinebrook's central district—a full-floor unit spanning 800 square meters. The higher the floor, the heftier the price tag. And the top floor? Only two units—East and West—belonged to the truly elite. Miles was one of them. Which said a lot about his financial status. "Sir, without ID access, we can't let you in," the security guard stepped in to block Beckett. This place didn't just welcome anyone. Top-tier buildings came with tight rules. "You're not listed as a resident," the guard insisted, not budging. Beckett shot him a look, tone dropping low. "I own one of the top floor units." That stunned the guard. He gave Beckett a startled glance. According to building records, only one unit was occupied up there—Miles'—so he'd never seen Beckett before. He quickly had another guard confirm the records. Sure enough, Beckett's name was right there as the owner of the