The next day, Celestine was dressed in an elegant yet understated ensemble, the epitome of high society sophistication. Her coat, black and sleek, fit her perfectly, complemented by stylish sunglasses that added an air of mystery to her already poised demeanor. Her father, Marcellus Valencia, was returning, and Celestine had decided to personally pick him up from the airport. She was accompanied by her trusted personal bodyguard, always close by, ensuring her safety and privacy.Four black Escalade SUVs pulled up in formation, a well-organized display of security and influence, the type of thing only the most prominent families could afford. The vehicles had tinted windows, their sheer presence commanding attention from anyone nearby. As they approached the terminal, heads began to turn, eyes widening in recognition, and whispers quickly spread throughout the crowd.The SUVs came to a smooth stop, and without missing a beat, seven of Celestine’s bodyguards stepped out from the cars. D

“Yes, I can, master,” the assistant replied with a polite nod. “In fact, I think I might already have something.”He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it swiftly. For nearly a minute, he scrolled through what seemed like an organized collection—folders, articles, images. Zane watched him with eager anticipation, his curiosity growing.“Here, young master,” the assistant finally said, stepping forward and turning the screen toward Zane. “This is her—Celestine Valencia.”The image on the assistant’s phone was a high-quality photo taken at a prestigious gala. Celestine stood poised in a deep emerald green gown that hugged her elegant frame, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light just right. Her long, dark hair cascaded smoothly over one shoulder, and her makeup was soft but flawless, accentuating her striking features—sharp cheekbones, full lips, and those confident, calculating eyes that made her look both beautiful and formidable. A pair of diamond

As the Halden family's convoy glided down the road in synchronized precision, it was nothing short of a spectacle. The black SUVs, glossy and imposing, moved with smooth coordination, their headlights piercing through the dusk like a fleet of silent shadows. Between them roared the unmistakable beast — Zane’s Lamborghini Huracán STO — its low growl and aerodynamic silhouette commanding instant attention. The matte violet-blue paint shimmered under streetlights, its signature rear wing slicing through the air like a blade.The effect on the public was immediate.Pedestrians stopped in their tracks. Conversations halted. Heads turned. Within seconds, phones were raised into the air. The street buzzed with excitement as people leaned out of shopfronts and balconies to capture the moment. The sheer presence of the convoy, flanked by security escorts and luxury at its finest, drew assumptions.“Is that the President?”“No way, must be some politician.”“Look at that Lambo, damn! Who the he

A few people rushed to the front line of the crowd, holding their phones close to their mouths as they livestreamed, excitedly narrating what was unfolding before their eyes.“I don’t know what’s happening here tonight,” one girl said breathlessly, “but being at restaurant it seems the Valencias and the Haldens are literally having dinner together… this is major. Major.”Some people even began snapping selfies with the cars in the background, as if to prove they were there, right in the moment history was quietly being made.The SUV doors opened first — Richard stepped out quickly, then opened the door for Ezekiel Halden, who adjusted his sharp designer suit as he emerged with calm dignity. Beside him, Seraphina Halden stepped out gracefully, dressed in an elegant ivory gown that shimmered subtly under the lights.Then came the moment that truly sparked more gasps — Zane Halden stepped out of his Lamborghini. His hair was freshly styled.Phones clicked. Videos were taken. Livestreams

Crystal-clear wine glasses were gently set beside their plates, followed by the uncorking of the expensive wines. The rich, fragrant notes of aged grapes filled the air as the wine was poured, its color catching the soft lighting from the chandelier above.Every glass was perfectly filled, and the table looked like something out of a luxury dining magazine..After ensuring everything was in place, one of the servers bowed slightly and said with a composed tone, “Madam, we are done.”Celestine, who had been watching with quiet authority, gave a simple nod. “Alright, thank you. You can go now.”The servers gave another polite nod and, without disturbing the serene atmosphere, pushed the chrome carts out of the VIP suite, closing the doors silently behind them.As soon as they were gone, the table relaxed slightly, and the guests began to enjoy their meals.Ezekiel was the first to speak after taking a bite, placing his fork down with a nod of appreciation. “This is extraordinary,” he s