Chapter 47 Introduction.

As the second sleek, black Rolls-Royce Wraith pulled up to the grand entrance, a flurry of camera clicks and murmurs erupted from the gathered paparazzi. The rear door swung open, and Alexander emerged, adjusting his impeccable black suit. His chiseled features and confident demeanor commanded attention, and the paparazzi's excitement reached a fever pitch.

"This is going to be more interesting," one of the paparazzi said, his voice laced with anticipation.

But just as the commotion seemed to be dying down, a long, strong leg appeared from the same car, followed by the tall, handsome figure of Ace. He stepped out, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings as he held the door for a moment, allowing the valet to close it. The air seemed to freeze as the paparazzi's eyes locked onto him, their cameras momentarily forgotten.

"Who is this?" one of the paparazzi whispered, his voice barely audible over the stunned silence.

As Ace walked behind his grandparents, Tom and Carrel Steve, with his father, Alexander, by their side, the red carpet seemed to stretch out before them like a pathway to royalty. The Steve family's arrival had undoubtedly become the main event of the evening. The sound of camera shutters and murmurs filled the air as they made their way into the grand hall.

Upon entering the grand hall, Ace's eyes swept across the room, taking in the opulent decorations and the sea of faces. His gaze was met with a chorus of admiring glances, particularly from the teenage girls in attendance. Their eyes widened in awe, and whispers of "Oh my, he's so handsome!" circulated through the crowd like wildfire.

As the Steve family made their way through the hall, they were greeted by Mr. Lewis, an old friend and business partner of Tom's. The two men exchanged warm smiles and hearty handshakes, reminiscing about old times.

"Oh my, he is the eldest son of Mr. Steve," one of the paparazzi said, his voice filled with excitement.

"Yes, he is the owner of LH Ground in Hong Kong," another one chimed in, his eyes fixed on Ace.

"Mr. Steve," Mr. Lewis called from the other end, walking forward to greet them. His eyes twinkled with warmth as he smiled at Tom.

"Mr. Lewis," Tom replied with a smile, shaking his hand firmly.

"It has been long time, Mr. Steve," Mr. Lewis said, still holding Tom's hand. His voice was filled with nostalgia.

"Indeed it has, almost seven years," Tom replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

Mr. Lewis laughed and pulled Tom into a brotherly hug. "I miss our old times, you know," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Tom smiled back, happy to reconnect with his old friend. "Me too," he said, his voice low and sincere.

As they parted from the hug, Mr. Lewis's eyes landed on Alexander, and he exclaimed, "And you, Alexander! I didn't notice you standing there!"

Alexander smiled and shook Mr. Lewis's hand. "Yes, I'm here," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

Mr. Lewis turned to Carrel, who was standing beside Tom. "Mrs. Steve, how have you been?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

"I'm good, Mr. Lewis," Carrel replied with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Mr. Lewis's eyes then landed on Ace, and he exclaimed, "Oh my, who is this young man?"

Tom smiled proudly. "This is my grandson, Ace."

Mr. Lewis's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my, he is your grandson?"

Tom nodded. "Yes, he is."

Mr. Lewis shook Ace's hand, still looking surprised. "It's nice to meet you, Ace. You look handsome, just like your grandmother."

Ace smiled politely, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze was met with a sea of admiring glances, and he seemed to be taking it all in stride.

As the introductions continued, Ace's gaze met that of a beautiful young girl named Veronica. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, and a soft smile played on her lips. Ace's expression remained neutral, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.

"God, he is so handsome," Veronica muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried across the room.

The group laughed, and Camila, Veronica's grandmother, whispered a gentle reminder to be discreet. "Veronica, it's good to admire him, but don't voice it out loud like that."

Veronica's face turned pink as she realized her mistake. "Oh, did I say it out loud?" she asked, slapping her hand over her mouth.

Mr. Lewis laughed and gestured for Veronica to come forward. "come here,