Chapter 754

• Chapter Seven Hundred and Fifty Two
• In the darkened studies and gold-leafed drawing rooms of City M’s surviving elites, the morning glow of the television screens felt like the cold heat of a furnace.
• The survivors of the Prestigious Club watched the news with trembling hands, the coffee in their porcelain cups long since gone cold. They watched the footage of the Veyron family members being led away in shackles to the national mines, and they felt a phantom weight on their own wrists.