One hundred and eight.

"Damn it," Marcus muttered, and Katherine asked, "What's wrong?" He turned to face her,

his expression grave.

"I just received a message from Sandra, the Tycoon Lord's two. He's requested an urgent meeting with them." Katherine's eyes widened in alarm.

"I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks this is bad, very..." Marcus nodded in agreement, his face set in a worried scowl.

"This is very bad." He tried calling Sandra, but it went straight to voicemail, and he let out a frustrated hiss. "Why now?" he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck in disbelief.

Sandra, on the other hand, had switched off her phone, aware that her father was sitting in front of her, and she couldn't risk getting caught.

"Dad, can I come along with you?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. But her father's stern voice cut her off.

"No."

In normal circumstances, Sandra would have backed down, but she was determined to attend the party to uncover the truth, she knew they needed it to be ahead of the Tyc