The evening was perfect for a grand event. One of Mrs. Davidson's luxury hotels was all decked out, ready to host what could be the biggest fundraising event of the year. The entrance was lined with red carpets and beautiful flowers, while inside, the ballroom sparkled with chandeliers that lit up the room like diamonds.The event was for a billion-dollar real estate project that Mrs. Davidson was planning, and many important people that had affiliations with the Davidson group were in attendance. They arrived in fancy cars, dressed in their finest clothes. The women wore elegant dresses, and the men looked sharp in their suits and ties. As they entered the hotel, they exchanged pleasantries, shaking hands and chatting about business and the latest news.The air was filled with excitement and the soft hum of conversation. Waiters moved gracefully among the guests, offering delicious appetizers and sparkling drinks. The tables were set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the d

General Stormbreaker turned back to Jane and said, "He plays the guitar well."Just then, a young boy walked up to Romeo, standing at attention. Romeo chuckled and said, "Hey, my good young friend, how are you?""I am good, sir," the boy answered with innocence.Before Romeo could respond further, the boy leaned close and whispered something in his ear. Romeo’s eyes widened in shock, but he quickly composed himself and smiled, "Very well, young man."The boy then pointed at Joseph Schultz. Romeo looked at Joseph Schultz who was standing a distance away from where he was sitting and nodded curtly. It didn't take long before the young boy left the place where Romeo was.General Stormbreaker had been provided with a very vital information.Jane Davidson, upon noticing the exchange, asked, "So, what do you think about your drink? Hope it suits your taste?""Oh this?" Romeo pointed at the wine. "Of course I will take it." Romeo took a generous sip from the glass, savoring the rich, velvet

General Stormbreaker awoke in his opulent bedroom at a time when the sunlight filtered softly through the heavy curtains. He felt disoriented, a lingering drowsiness clinging to him. With a groan, he pushed himself upright, rubbing his eyes and stretching out the stiffness from his limbs. The rich fabric of his sheets felt foreign, and he struggled to shake off the foggy haze clouding his mind.Once he had gathered his bearings, he shuffled into the adjacent kitchen. With practiced ease, he brewed a fresh pot of coffee, whose rich aroma filled the air and momentarily dispelling the remnants of his disorientation. He poured the steaming liquid into a fine glass tea cup, and the warmth of the coffee was comforting against his cold hands.As he carried the cup into his living room, he paused briefly to glance around, noting the grandeur of his surroundings. He sank into a plush armchair and picked up his phone from a side table, dialing a number with a sense of urgency. The screen

Senior Randolph Strauss leaned forward, looking at Romeo with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Why did you make this decision, Your Majesty?" he asked, clearly upset and trying to understand what could have led to this.Romeo, who was feeling the weight of the accusation, put his hands over his face, pressing his fingers into his temples. His voice was muffled and full of regret. "I didn't do this on purpose, Sir Randolph."Strauss shook his head slowly. "How can I believe that, Your Majesty?"Romeo kept his eyes on the floor, his voice was breaking as he tried to explain. "I don’t know how to explain it. I went to Mrs. Davidson's fundraiser event a few days ago, but now I see that I made a huge mistake."Strauss sighed heavily, with the sound filling the tense room. "Do you understand what this means?" he asked, sounding tired and resigned.Romeo was silent, feeling the full impact of his mistake.Strauss’s expression turned serious. "You just gave control of the city to so

In a few hours, Mrs. Davidson stepped out of her sleek, black G-Wagon with glossy surface shimmering under the afternoon sun. She was flanked by Joseph Schultz, and a team of serious-looking bodyguards who kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. Mrs. Davidson's sharp business attire and confident stride made it clear she was a woman with a purpose as always.As they approached the imposing Myfav Cereals headquarters, Mrs. Davidson's heels clicked rhythmically on the marble floor of the grand entrance. The building was impressive, with its glass façade reflecting the city's skyline. She moved with an air of authority and elegance, coupled with the fact that her expression was focused and determined.Once inside, Mrs. Davidson was greeted by the reception staff, who led her directly to Anna Hickey’s office. The appointment had been arranged swiftly, and she was shown into a tastefully decorated office that spoke of success and luxury.Anna Hickey stood to welcome her guest. They