Chapter 82 Truth Over Tradition

• The Kareem residence buzzed with activity like a well-oiled engine running on last-minute nerves. The sprawling mansion in Ikoyi had been transformed into a hive of movement — florists arranging imported roses in tall golden vases, decorators hanging up sheer drapes with glittering accents, chefs moving in and out of the industrial-sized kitchen, and waiters rehearsing service placements. There was no room for error. Chief Kareem had made that clear.
• Everything had to be perfect. His son, Regan, was getting married.
• But Regan wasn’t downstairs with the rest of them. He was in his room — the same one he’d grown up in — standing by the window, watching the chaos unfold in the courtyard. His sharp suit was already laid out on the bed: a rich, It looked regal. Heavy. Like a crown he didn’t ask to wear.