CHAPTER 181

One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with undisguised annoyance and anger. "Who are you?" he demanded, his gruff voice cutting through the tense silence.

Without a hint of fear, Nicholas calmly dipped his hand into his pocket, extracting a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. With unhurried movements, he placed a cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter, the flame dancing as he drew a deep, steadying breath. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he fixed the guard with an even stare. "I.... am Nicholas Loughty," he replied evenly.

At the mention of his name, the guards' eyes widened in shock. They exchanged startled glances, the tension palpable. They couldn't believe their ears. Same Niçholas Loughty? They all stood frozen, not knowing what to say or how to react. How did Niçholas know about this Creole place in the first place?

Finally, one of them spoke up, his tone almost drawling in disbelief. "Are you... Nicholas Loughty? Of the Royal Group? Lord
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