The Worst Wedding (Part 3)

Crackle.

Adam opened the door, saying farewell to his hotel room where he stayed for only one day, but this place allowed him to feel himself in the place of an ordinary human who achieved everything he dreamed of while living in the slums.

If a person was not related to Dead Lands, then to be in the First Ring, in this hotel, was possible only thanks to a high level of skill in some field or owning his business.

Simply put, it required a lot of money that people from other parts of the Citadel did not possess.

Step. Step. Step.

Walking through the lobby, heading for the tall glass doors, Adam was finishing the soda he took from his minibar.

He was in his usual clothes now, blue unbuttoned shirt, white t-shirt, and beige pants. If he were to walk around in the outfit Franz and Rosalind had prepared for him, showing the emblem of the Balo Family, it would draw a lot of unnecessary attention to him.