Michael's eyes then inevitably wandered over to a strange group of people.
They're the heirs of Sinclair's Elixir Conglomerate…
This Conglomerate was very different from the rest. After all, they didn't operate based on familial ties. They operated based on merit. Only those who had performed well, and those who Sinclair deemed to be more talented, would be taken as the heir.
And because of that, they seemed to be in a good relationship with each other. There was no bad blood, seeing as they were the only heirs who didn't seat away from each other. They all sat in the same round table, with conversations happening amongst each other.
All of them wore some kind of leafy clothes and very ethereal suits of cotton. They looked more like the traditional elves that were in fantasy.
They weren't that interested in Michael. It wasn't that surprising. After all, they haven't made a lot of advancements in terms of medicine. At least, not those that were very public.
