Chapter 110: Flickering Flames
Rylie Carver lounged on the rooftop terrace of a luxurious commercial high-rise in Texas, his tailored gray suit a study in meticulous refinement. The sprawling L-shaped outdoor sofa he occupied was positioned around a rectangular fire pit table, its flickering flames casting soft shadows on the tiled floor. Modern armchairs and a side table offered additional seating, while potted plants added a verdant touch to the outdoor setting. A glass railing on one side framed the sweeping view of the city skyline, its tranquil beauty contrasting with the undercurrent of tension brewing in the air.
Rylie crossed one leg over the other, his posture relaxed, an air of nonchalance clinging to him as he gazed up at the morning sky. His serene expression was unshaken, though his assistant, standing motionless behind him, radiated a quiet vigilance.
"How long?" Rylie asked, his voice calm, though the question carried a weight of expectation.
"An hour," the assistant replied. "Shall I call—"
Rylie raised a hand, silencing him with a single gesture. "No need. The guests are here."
His storm-gray eyes glinted as he turned his head slightly, the faintest hint of anticipation breaking through his composure. The soft hum of an elevator door opening accompanied the measured rhythm of approaching footsteps. A smile ghosted his lips, though it failed to reach his eyes.
"Right on time," he murmured, though the wry edge in his tone suggested otherwise.
Lyle Aelion stepped onto the terrace, his presence commanding. Dressed in a sleek black three-piece suit, his dark shirt open at the collar, Lyle exuded effortless authority. Behind him, Jania followed, her expression poised and unreadable.
Rylie’s gaze locked onto Lyle, his smile sharpening. "At last, the man behind the name—Lyle Aelion. I must say, you don’t disappoint. But, alas," he quipped, gesturing toward himself, "you’re still not quite as handsome as I am."