The two of them, disguised as a cleaner and a server, made their way to the eighteenth floor. The banquet hall was a sea of people, a spectacular mix of sharp suits and military uniforms. Behind the main table at the far end of the room, a powerful calligraphy character for "Longevity" was displayed. Two giant birthday candles stood beside it, their glow undiminished even under the brilliant chandeliers.
Standing behind the door, Yara Quillan immediately spotted him in the crowd: the man of the hour, Leopold Lester. Even at sixty, his eyes were sharp, his build was sturdy, and he carried a commanding presence.
"Yara, what are you looking at? You're acting really strange today."
Just as Yara Quillan was about to speak, an imposing, ramrod-straight figure entered the hall. He seemed to carry a powerful presence that stirred the very air around him, and instantly, all eyes were drawn to him.
