"Let's go, let's head inside." Just outside the banquet hall, Amadeus Yancey, tall with long legs, stopped Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland, who were walking in front of him, under the clear moon and fresh breeze.
Sadam Vinson was still reeling from the shock of mistaking someone else for another, mumbled an acknowledgment, pressing his temples and followed behind him.
At the entrance, someone was checking the invitation letters.
Amadeus Yancey handed the invitation letter to the staff.
The staff member scanned the barcode on the invitation with an infrared scanner and then let them enter.
The three of them entered the banquet hall, one after another.
The banquet hall was warm and pleasant, filled with the fragrance of flowers and perfume, and the melodious sound of the piano. Quite a few people had already arrived.
As the heir of the Vinson Family, Sadam Vinson regularly attended such events in lieu of his family.
He had grown indifferent to these kinds of dinners long ago.