Meanwhile, in a different part of the world, the city outside glowed like a sea of diamonds, but Isabella barely noticed.
She sat alone in a private suite high above the chaos. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a full view of the luxury bar below.
Thousands of people were moving beneath her, drinking, dancing, laughing, and living without a single worry.
The bar was one of the finest in the region.
Clean lines, modern design, lighting that adjusted with the hour, live musicians playing low, stylish tunes, waitstaff dressed in black and white, moving like clockwork—it was a place where people with money came to be seen, to network, to show off.
But Isabella didn't care about any of that.
Not tonight.
She sat on a leather sofa near the back wall, one leg crossed over the other, her arms resting on the table in front of her.
