Chapter 181
Author: Adewale
last update2026-07-23 23:57:17

The air in the financial district tasted different. It lacked the heavy, metallic tang of the South Side, replaced instead by the sterile, manufactured scent of wealth: ozone from climate-controlled high-rises and the faint trace of expensive cologne on the pavement.

Ethan Cross stood outside the towering glass facade of *Aurelius & Co.*, the premier bespoke menswear boutique in the city. It was the kind of establishment that didn't bother putting price tags in the window because if you had to
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