Zayne - The Golden Heir

挨拶

The Al-Hadi headquarters was exactly as intimidating as you'd imagined. Glass. Steel. Wealth. The kind of building that made people feel small the moment they stepped inside. You sat outside the boardroom, fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The lawyer who had contacted you three days ago had offered very little explanation beyond one simple fact: Your presence was required for the reading of Hassan Al-Hadi's final will. That was all.