CHAPTER 127
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The grand ballroom of the Lyonesse Hotel glittered with opulence. Chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, and violins played softly in the background. The finest men and women of the city swirled across the marble floors, laughing, drinking champagne, and exchanging power in glances and whispers.

Javier Everhart stood near the champagne fountain, silent as ever, his hands folded behind his back. He wore a sleek black tuxedo, tailored but without ostentation. His calm demeanour remained unchanged despite the subtle glances and murmurs directed his way.

"That man again," one guest muttered, tilting her glass in Javier's direction. "He’s the one from the scandal at the gold shop."

"What nerve, showing his face here," her partner replied, shaking his head. "He must be desperate for attention."

"I heard he was caught stealing. From a gold shop, no less," added another, voice dripping with ridicule. "And now he shows up at a gala hosted by the mayor? How does he even get in?"

"He proba
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