2025-03-19 09:00:19The grandest hotel owned by Xoldex Group hosted an extravagant party attended by businessmen, celebrities, top officials, and influential figures from Viremontis. Lavish dishes were served on long tables adorned with delicately scented candles. Expensive drinks flowed in crystal glasses that shimmered under the massive chandeliers. The guests came dressed in their finest—men in designer suits and women in dazzling gowns that swept the floor.
Amidst all this luxury, Lawrence Lincoln stood greeting guests with a friendly smile. But every time someone asked if the party was to celebrate his success, he would shake his head.
"I'm just the organizer," he kept repeating. But no one believed him.
Adrian Stratton approached him, looking sharp in an all-black suit, exuding his usual charisma as a young and successful businessman.
"Mind explaining why your hotel suddenly has my family name on it?" Adrian asked, feeling a little awkward. Was there someone else
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