Heavy footsteps echoed across the courtyard of Al's residence.
Fast. Precise. Disciplined.
People arrived from multiple directions.
The estate's security team moved in immediately, forming a flawless outer perimeter with seamless coordination.
Some took higher positions, others locked down every entrance and exit.
Then, a group of elite bodyguards stepped forward, clearing a path.
And from within that formation, a commanding voice rang out—
Edward Virellano.
Behind him followed several men and women in formal suits—clearly members of the Virellano company staff. Among them was Elvi, his ever-present assistant.
Edward's gaze swept across the scene.
Just one glance—
And he had already grasped most of what happened.
The courtyard was in slight disarray, though not heavily damaged.
What stood out the most was a large tree, snapped in half.
And faint cracks in the ground… the cause of which was unclear.
His eyes moved toward the people at the center.
