Chapter 115 Facing Them

• Ghost POV
• The air is thick with tension, the scent of expensive tobacco mingling with the weight of expectation. The fifteen men stand in a line, their eyes flickering between the polished wooden boxes in front of them, each one filled with a hand-selected assortment of the highest-grade cigars. It’s not just a gesture of goodwill; it’s a test, a declaration, a choice.
• Prince stands at the head of the table, his face unreadable, his hands resting lightly against the dark wood. He’s composed, but I can see the way his fingers tighten slightly, the only sign of the exhaustion clinging to him. This isn’t about cigars. It’s about control. Power. The future of his leadership.