The Strongest Ordained One

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

The conference room of the second compound was so large that Leon had to look above him to make sure he wasn't outside. The bright fluorescent flooded the entire space, giving it the feel of being right under the sun.

Men dressed in crisp white shirts and fancy suits strolled about, talking in hushed tones and toasting glasses. Uniform men and ladies went about with platters of wine and spare glasses.

As one of the waiters passed them, Fiona grabbed two flutes of champagne and handed him one. "Are you sure this is a good idea? We're here for a mission, we should keep all our senses intact," he warned.

Fiona smiled at him and replied, "This is an elite gathering, Leon, you will stand out like a butterfly in a bee's nest if you pass such champagne without grabbing one. Come on, blend in," she said and winked as she left him with a pat on the hand and strolled to the side of the room, gesturing to him to follow.

Leon moved slowly to her even as he scanned the room. There were