Chapter 757 Unwanted Audience

• The newcomers fanned out, blocking the path like a living barricade. Their suits were immaculate, their grooming meticulous, yet the cold assurance in their eyes revealed ranks well above ordinary escort. Everything about them announced authority.
• “Speak of the devil,” Howard muttered with a weary exhale.
• At their head waddled a thick-set man of middle years. Gold-rimmed spectacles clung to a broad, perspiring nose; what remained of his hair lay combed across a widening bald spot. His round face wore a smile too polite to be friendly, too measured to be trusted.