Drew stood in the dimly lit alley, his empire crumbling around him, and confusion etched across his face. Phoenix, holding the gun with a steely resolve, smirked at the unraveling of Drew's carefully constructed world.
As the next chapter began, Drew's thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and realization. "How did she change so much?" he wondered, haunted by the ghosts of his miscalculations.
Phoenix, ever the strategist, observed Drew's confusion with a smirk that betrayed no hint of mercy. The chess pieces had been rearranged, and the game was now under her control.
Phoenix, with a dominant swagger, circled around Drew, who remained frozen in his own web of confusion. She smirked and chuckled, her laughter echoing through the alley.
"Do you seriously think I came here for Isabelle?
