C42 Super Vip

"We've arrived—this is the spot!"

Marlon shoved open a door, his laugh sinister, and then gave Westley a hard shove in the back.

Westley feigned a stumble and tumbled forward, rolling instinctively as he hit the ground.

In that brief moment, Westley took in the room's details. It was sparsely furnished with just a table, a chair, and an assortment of security gear like batons, shields