Chapter 402: A Kingdom of their own.*
(Side Story-4)
Anjali Ranadivé had always known Han Sen would end up in Sacramento.
She didn't know how, or when, but she knew. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was just wishful thinking. But from the moment she started asking him for draft suggestions years ago, something in her had believed that one day, it wouldn't just be advice from afar. One day, this would be his team, their team.
And now, standing in front of the estate Han had just bought in Sacramento, the weight of that realization settled over her in full.
It was massive—predictably so. Han had always lived big, whether in Memphis, Cleveland, or now here. But this wasn't just about the size. It wasn't just another house. It was different.
Because this was his choice.
Sacramento wasn't a city players chased. No star had willingly come here, not in the way Han had. And he didn't come for money or clout. He came for something deeper, something beyond basketball.
She came to see it for herself, but more than that, she came to see him.
When the door opened, Han leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyes flickering with amusement.
"Didn't even text," he mused, tilting his head. "Bold."
Anjali smirked, stepping past him as if she owned the place. "Didn't think I needed an invitation."