The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter hundred six

Bryan stepped out of his car, the cool night air hitting his face as he walked briskly into the dimly lit club, the heavy door creaking shut behind him. He had decided to follow his instincts and meet with Maryam alone, without informing Benjamin. The maid's words had resonated with him, and he felt a sense of urgency to hear her out. He could always discuss with Ben later, he quickly decided.

As he scanned the room, his eyes adjusted to the faint light. The club was a far cry from the upscale establishments he was accustomed to. The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, and cheap perfume. The patrons were a rough bunch, their faces hardened by life's struggles. Bryan's gaze swept across the room, taking in the shady characters that lurked in the shadows.

He spotted Maryam in the corner, her eyes fixed on him as she nursed a drink. She looked out of place among the club's regulars, her demure dress and nervous demeanor a stark contrast to the revelry around her. Bry