Chapter 151: The Alliance Before the Storm

The air in Tigro Shaw's study was thick with the scent of aged oak and expensive scotch. Outside, a late-night storm was brewing over Jorwick, the wind rattling the heavy, leaded glass windows of the Shaw family mansion. Inside, however, the only storm was the one contained within the leather-bound ledger lying open on the polished mahogany desk. Adam Lyson sat opposite Tigro, his posture relaxed, a stark contrast to the coiled tension in the older man's frame. The faint amber glow from the...