Chapter 135 The Missing Host

• The Grand Hall was alive with noise and movement. Laughter echoed through the large space, mingling with the soft clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation. The brothel girls moved gracefully around the room, keeping the men entertained with flirtatious touches and coy smiles.
• At the center of it all, Raphael stood with a confident air, his easy charm making him the focus of attention. He held a glass of wine in one hand, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he kept track of the evening’s events.
• One of the older gentlemen, a tall man with graying hair and a commanding presence, approached Raphael with a curious expression. “Raphael,” the man said, his voice deep and smooth, “I haven’t seen Damian for a while now. Where is he?”