Chapter 92 *

Vesper’s POV

When we walked out of the hotel, a Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb. Black, polished to a mirror shine. A young guy in a driver's uniform got out and walked around to open the back door.

An older man stepped out.

He looked maybe late fifties, early sixties. Gray hair, perfectly combed. Expensive suit—not flashy, just quality. The kind you only notice if you know what to look for. He