The hallway echoed with Drew's heavy footsteps as he furiously made his way towards Siddharth's room. The rage within him burned like an inferno, fueled by the audacity of Phoenix's actions. As much as he loved her, Drew couldn't afford to let anything threaten the delicate balance of his criminal empire.
The door swung open with a force that spoke volumes of Drew's fury. His eyes, usually veiled behind a composed exterior, now bore the intensity of a storm. Siddharth, unaware of the tempest about to hit, looked up in surprise.
"Drew, what's wrong?" Siddharth began, sensing the volatile energy emanating from his brother.
Drew's voice was a low, controlled growl. "Where is she, Siddharth?"
Siddharth, realizing the gravity of the situation, pointed towards the balcony where Phoenix stood
