Chapter 178 – Rats in The Penthouse
The penthouse suite at the Sovereign Grand was supposed to be empty.
Supposed to be.
Top floor. Luxury corner unit with a private wine fridge, heated marble floors, a fireplace no one used, and blackout curtains so thick they could suffocate sunlight.
The door slid open with a barely audible click. Two men entered, dressed in matching black suits and earpieces, the kind of look designed to say, 'we're not cops, but don't ask questions.'
They moved like they'd done this before. Not like assassins. No drama. Just clean, quiet work.
The taller one stepped in first. Sharp jawline, short black hair, and a mouth that looked permanently disappointed. His name was Adrian.
The second man—slimmer, more cautious—entered right behind him. Glasses. Blonde. A laptop bag slung over his shoulder. Younger, but not green.
"Clear," Adrian said after a sweep.
