The city’s skyline glittered like a jewel under the night sky, but inside the towering Chen Industries building, the real sparkle was on the faces of those gathered in the grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars from the ceiling, casting light over the sea of expensive gowns and tailored tuxedos. Sarah Chen stood near the entrance, a glass of champagne in her hand, her smile bright and practiced. Charles Chen was by her side, his arm casually draped around her waist. Together, they were the undisputed rulers of this night—and, in their minds, the entire city. “Look at this,” Charles said, his voice low and full of pride. “All the city’s power players under one roof. Everyone drinking our champagne, eating our food, admiring our empire.” Sarah’s laugh was light but sharp. “And they have no idea what’s really going on behind the scenes. The city thinks we’re just smart businesspeople, but there’s