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The following morning, the team gathered for a Hispanic breakfast with Style in the Salon’s private dining room. After finishing a satisfying plate of huevos rancheros, Style checked a notification on his phone. “I had planned to introduce you to Mr. Franco this morning,” Style announced, “but he just messaged me. He had to fly…

The three of them drank, ate, and drifted through casual topics at the bar. They teased Spion about his ill-fated choice of a dancing partner, laughed at Trevor’s awkward high school memories, and listened to Alisa’s anecdotes about the strange inner workings of City Hall. With plenty of laughter and a steady flow of drinks,…

Every gaze in the hall was fixed on the quintet, enchanted by their performance. As the final notes of the waltz drifted away, the heavy thud of horse hooves echoed from the entrance. Mateo Style, the groom, entered the hall riding a majestic white stallion. Eschewing the polo helmet he usually wore, his long, brown,…

Lady News entered the room, tranquilizer gun in hand. “Nice shot, wasn’t it?” she grinned. “Now I can tie her up,” Ali said, entering the room with a length of jute rope. He walked toward the unconscious Olivia to secure her. “You should have waited! She was about to confess her crime,” Trevor complained. “No,…

Trevor found his father, Jonas Edson, and Jonas’s supermodel girlfriend, Ewa Monica, among the airport crowd. After greeting them, Trevor took a luggage bag from Ewa and asked, “How was the flight?” “It was comfortable; I slept all the way,” Ewa replied, flashing a charming smile on her tanned face. She wore a pink floral…

After the thrilling night, the team gathered this morning in a private dining room, enjoying a rich breakfast of soft pretzels, sweet granolas, boiled eggs, yummy salami, and hearty salads—all courtesy of Mr. Dressrious and Ali as thanks for their help. As the meal drew to a close, Trevor, who was looking at his phone…

“But your office is right next to the staircase; we need to draw away the werewolf,” Trevor said. “I’ll do it,” Spion decided firmly, grabbing the fire extinguisher in the room. The three of them rushed out of the monitoring room, with Spion leading the way. Trevor and Ali followed, hands guiding them along the…

The night was anything but usual. Although the Dressrious Salon was immersed in soft moonlight and leaves rustled in a gentle breeze, a silent tension lay beneath the serene surface. It was midnight. Most guests had left, the gates were closed, and security guards were either wandering the grounds or watching from the guard posts,…