the wedding is unlawful

The black glass structure of the fifty-foot-long skyscraper was calm until the glass door slide opened. A security ran inside, shouting, “The boss is back! Dean Black is in the parking lot.”

Immediately the lobby grew stiff with tension as the employees stood up straight. Their eye stared at the ceiling, and their hands clasped behind their backs.

The place grew dead like a graveyard, and no one dared move from their position or blink even when the glass doors slid open again, and Noah stepped into the lobby.

His long coat back swished through the air, and his shoes clicked against the floor as he made his way to the elevator with a dark shade on his face.

As he walked past his employees, they bowed slightly, greeting, “Good morning, boss.”

The cold expression on his face didn't fade as Noah walked across the lobby with Maxwell and other security details.

When Noah finally entered the elevator, the mumbling began among his employees.

“The lone wolf is back.” One of them whisper