Chapter 184

• Lewis stepped out of the jet; he made his way toward his car, the London air greeting him with a mix of familiarity and unease. Despite his reservations about being in London, a flutter in his chest betrayed his calm exterior. Before he could reach his vehicle, a man approached him, flanked by a couple of imposing figures. The man extended his hand, a charming smile spreading across his face.
• "Lewis Miller, welcome to London. I hope your journey was uneventful," the man said, his voice smooth and confident.
• Lewis's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the man's features. "Arthur Smith," he said, his tone neutral. "I wasn't expecting to see you here. It's better if you call me Lewis Evans, though. It's my father's surname."