Chapter 33: We don’t need to die today
The entire residential block belonged to Crowne Real Estate. Only the wealthiest families could afford to set foot inside those apartments. On the top floor of one such building, in the grandest penthouse, lived the enigmatic eldest young master of the Crowne family—Sebastian Crowne.
A man whose name was spoken with both fear and reverence.
Cassius Crowne sighed, exasperated. He had been standing there for ten whole minutes, waiting in silence to deliver his report and get his well-earned day off, while his older brother continued to stare at the same damn pictures.
"If you want her that much, why don't you just get her back?" Cassius asked, rubbing his temples.
Sebastian Crowne remained silent, his gaze locked on the scattered photographs of a bewitching young woman. A deep, unmistakable longing burned in his usually cold eyes. Even though it was just a photo—an inanimate object—she breathed life into it, simply through those limpid green eyes.
His fingertips ghosted over one of the pictures, his expression unreadable.
She was beautiful. One in a million.
For a brief moment, he considered himself lucky to have once held her in his arms. To have been the man she leaned into, even if it was only for a fleeting moment in time.
Cassius sighed dramatically. "You're Sebastian Crowne. There isn't a single woman in this world you can't have. If you wanted, I could have her brought to you by tomorrow morning."