CHAPTER 53: The Invitation
Author: Timothy
last update2026-08-07 16:21:34

​By sunrise, the Hale family mansion buzzed like a disturbed beehive.

​Luxury sedans rolled through the front gates one after another. Executives, investors, and members of the city's elite stepped out in tailored suits and silk gowns, each presenting an invitation embossed with a silver phoenix.

​The Hale Group Annual Chairman's Banquet.

​It was the premier business event of the season, and securing an entry meant survival at the top of River City's financial food chain.

​Inside the mansion’s
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