Chapter127:

CHAPTER 127 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW The air was heavy as I stepped out of the car, the faint smell of gasoline and mildew from the rundown motel wafting through the air. The building was as unremarkable as I had expected faded paint, cracked windows, and a neon sign that flickered weakly in the dim light of the evening. But this place, insignificant as it seemed, held the answers I had been searching for. My secretary, Clara, followed closely behind me, her expression calm but her shoulders stiff. My guards flanked us silently, their presence a wall of protection I hardly noticed. My focus was razor-sharp, my mind replaying every moment of Eva’s humiliation and pain as I walked toward the door where Lila was staying. “Room 12,” Clara said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my jaw tightening. Each step felt heavier, the anticipation coiling in my chest like a viper ready to strike. Clara knocked on the door, her knuckles rapping against the wood with deliberate firmness. A