Maverick stood calmly, his piercing gaze locked onto the luxury horse-drawn carriage making its way through the crowded street. Despite his composed demeanor, there was a sharpness in his eyes.
"Who are they, Gordon?" he asked, his tone low yet commanding.
Gordon, standing beside him, followed Maverick's gaze to the elegant carriage with its gleaming crest and perfectly matched horses. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"The Duke of Blackwood, Jeremy Cavendish." Gordon said. "They own most of the land in Nottingham, including the tobacco trade."
Russell, standing nearby, cut in with a scoff. "I heard about him. He's infamous across London for his lavish lifestyle. But to think he'd do such a thing…to the lower-class people. It's disgraceful."
