Chapter 193

Jaguar’s POV

I sat comfortably in my leather chair, the room dimly lit with the glow of a single golden lamp.

The smooth black mask I wore hugged my face, as always, a perfect symbol of control and anonymity.

My identity was my greatest weapon, and the mask kept it secure. On the polished table in front of me was an expensive bottle of red wine.

With deliberate movements, I poured the rich liquid into my glass. The scent was sharp and full-bodied, a reminder of just how much I enjoyed my victories. Across the table stood my personal assistant, Dave, his posture straight and his face as loyal as ever.

Raising the glass slightly into the air, I allowed a thin smirk to form behind the mask. “Cheers,” I said, my voice smooth and full of joy, “to victory and to more wins ahead.”

Dave smiled back at me, his expression mirroring my confidence. “To more wi