Chapter 138 A Deadly Scheme

• The Grand Hall was still lively, but the energy had started to fade. Some of the guests were slouched in their chairs, their glasses empty, while others chatted quietly, their earlier enthusiasm dimming as the night stretched on.
• Raphael entered the hall, his steps brisk but calm, masking the storm of frustration and worry brewing inside him. He scanned the room, his sharp eyes taking in the remaining guests and the brothel girls who lingered nearby.
• One of the guests, a middle-aged man with a rosy face from too much wine, raised his glass when he saw Raphael. “Ah, Raphael! You’re back!” he called out, his voice cheerful. “Where’s Damian? Still busy?”