Chapter 72
The Black Monarch was more than just a pub. It was a place where the elite came to indulge, escape, and hide behind the illusion of sophistication. Beneath its warm, sophisticated lighting, deals were struck over expensive whiskey, but tonight, it served a different purpose.
A luxurious black Mercedes-Maybach pulled up outside the grand entrance. The doormen immediately straightened, recognizing the significance of the arrival. The polished exterior reflected the streetlights, a silent display of wealth and power.
Rupert Langley stepped out first.
At first glance, he didn’t fit the image of a man who ruled the underworld. There was no exaggerated arrogance, no overt ruthlessness. Instead, he carried an effortless grace...calm, composed and almost too still.
As he entered, h
