"Young Master Yonus, Mr. Edo Sazz has requested your presence," said the butler politely at Yonus’ door. "Alright," Yonus replied. He had planned to speak with Edo Sazz himself. His original goal was to resolve this issue first before reporting anything to Edo. So as soon as he returned, he went straight to the Edric family residence. What he didn’t expect was not only his failure to settle the matter, but also how completely humiliated he was by Dixon. Edo’s taste in art was very different from Abraham’s. The decorations sparkled with gemstones and precious metals. You didn’t have to be an expert to know that the paintings hanging on the wall were extremely valuable, framed in gold and diamonds. It was a strange combination to pair such luxurious frames with traditional paintings, but Edo Sazz liked that style. "Father," said Yonus as he pushed the door open. Edo looked up. "What are you shouting for?" Edo snapped with a scowl. He wasn’t that old, but his hair had already tu

Beatrice frowned slightly. A trace of worry flashed across her face. She glanced at Dixon as if to warn him — stay alert, but don’t overreact. Still, the man had already stepped forward. "Beatrice, you're here too? It's been a long time." "Yes, it's been a long time, Royo Biz." Beatrice deliberately said his full name. Dixon immediately understood — it was a warning. Royo Biz. Of course, he was from the Biz family. Dixon’s eyes narrowed as he recalled Andreas’ last words. "His Excellency… perhaps someone from the Biz family." That’s what Andreas had said. Dixon kept his face calm as he looked at the well-built man approaching with confident strides. "Do I know you?" Dixon asked flatly. "Oh, Mr. Dixon Edric, you hold such a high position, it's only natural that you wouldn’t know someone like me." Royo stepped closer and extended a hand. But Dixon said nothing, he didn’t shake it. Royo smiled, pulling his hand back without a hint of embarrassment. "Beatrice alrea

Beatrice did not hesitate. She went straight to the Edric family residence. Abraham was sitting in his study, staring at an old painting on the wall. His eyes were empty, lost in thought, as if he had sunk into the past. Jack sat nearby, carefully brewing tea. "Uncle, you must not go to the exhibition tonight," Beatrice said in a panic. "Royo Biz said someone wants to kill you. And he didn’t look like he was joking." "Jack, is the tea ready? Why is it taking so long? I want Beatrice to try it," said Abraham, ignoring Beatrice’s warning. He kept his eyes on the painting. Beatrice grew even more anxious. "Yes, Sir." Jack poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Beatrice. "Miss Beatrice, please." But Beatrice had no intention of drinking tea. She was too restless. "This is Dixon’s favorite tea," Abraham said softly. Those words made Beatrice pause. She stared at the steaming cup, her heart pounding. Slowly, she lifted it and took a small sip. "This is so bitter," she said.

Dixon was only holding his phone, chatting with Diana, and ignoring everyone else. Lokan went to get ready for the exhibition. There would be several influential figures at the event, including the heads of three powerful families. This was not just an ordinary exhibition. Hamilton Group was most likely included on the guest list only because of Dixon. The exhibition was hosted by the Biz family, with Royo as the main person in charge. The hall was grand, clearly showing that a powerful family was behind the event. This was not simply an event to attract investors and merchants. If that were the case, Abraham would not have been interested in showing up at all. Because the Biz family was hosting this exhibition, everyone who attended was expected to show respect. The entire Porto Mall had been prepared exclusively for the event. Staff members occasionally came by to make adjustments and ensure that everything would be perfect for the evening. The way powerful families orga

Earlier, Edo might still have had some doubts. But when he saw Abraham arrive alone, he became even more certain that the man was hoping Dixon would show up. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Royo stood on the stage, his voice loud and commanding. “I am truly pleased to welcome you all to tonight’s exhibition. It is a great honor to have you here!” “The companies invited here today are some of the most influential in the northern region. Their products have been well received in the market.” He continued confidently, “Tonight, I want all of us to interact, build connections, and create opportunities for collaboration. The goal is not only to strengthen the northern economy, but also to open more doors for everyone here.” A round of applause immediately filled the hall. “The exhibition is right behind me, with all the products on display. Please, take a look around, ask questions, and give feedback. I hope tonight marks the beginning of new partnerships that will bring prosperity to the nor