Chapter 126: Lunch Among the Sharks

Sandra Banks sat at the head of the table, surrounded by the city’s elite. The private dining room of Jinstain’s most exclusive country club was a lavish affair, complete with sparkling chandeliers and plush velvet chairs.

It was a favorite haunt for the city’s most influential women—the wives, mothers, and daughters of power, the unseen architects of Jinstain’s social fabric.

Seated beside Sandra was Cynthia Cochan, looking every bit the matriarch in her tailored cream suit, her fingers adorned with sparkling jewels that caught the afternoon light.

Her daughter, Jessica Cochan, sat next to her, radiating an air of detached elegance. The conversation flowed freely, a blend of gossip, veiled insults, and thinly disguised power plays that filled the room with an undercurrent of competition.

Sandra watched the interaction with satisfaction. These lunches were about more than socializing; they were about reinforcing alliances, gauging weaknesses, and planning the next move. Today, her fo