Chapter 7

Time ticked away minute by minute, second by second, as more and more luxury cars gathered at the hotel entrance.

The surrounding crowd spontaneously pulled out their phones to take pictures, and even the hotel staff were dazzled by the sight.

"My goodness, are we hosting some big shots today? Look at all these fancy rides!"

"Forget the cars, any single person stepping out of those vehicles would be a major player in New York City."

"This class reunion tonight must be something else to attract so many tycoons."

I tuned out these comments, while Brent stood silently behind me.

He knew someone was in for a rough night.

One by one, the VIPs exited their cars and made their way straight to the private room.

Cecilia stood at the back of the crowd, bowing and nodding, looking just like Ashford.

A middle-aged man called Mr. Channing glanced at me from the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow.