Chapter 18

The mingling smell of blood and alcohol was thick in the air inside VIP room number 888 at The Paradise.
The unpleasant odor was stifling.
“Hold it!”
Just as Samuel’s lackeys armed themselves with anything they could find in the room–wine bottles, stools, even a fruit knife–to fight Emmanuel, Samuel called out, halting his men.
His subordinates turned to stare at him, confused by his command.
Samuel ignored them and instead stared intently at Emmanuel.
He could tell from...