Was it supposed to become an ill fate?

SIX YEARS AGO.

At the Huang's mansion, a man in his late fifties, with furrowed brows, stood at the entrance of the opulent dining room, overseeing every minute detail of the extravagant preparations. Every dish, every floral arrangement, and every piece of decor was scrutinized, and every servant raced to ensure perfection.

"Everything must be perfect!" The man who could not afford to make the event any less perfect yelled; After all, the event was his master's birthday celebration event, which was meant to be a double celebration since the master will also be announced as the newly elected president of Royals group that night.