At the sight of that group of people at the entrance.
The guests widened their eyes in shock.
Everyone was dressed in black, except for the entrance, which was a blazing red.
Two men and four women, their attire far from ordinary festivity.
And behind them, the Huntington family's bodyguards holding wreaths, walked with their heads bowed.
Inside the courtyard, a dead silence fell.
Leaving only the sound of the spring breeze rustling the wreaths.
Though early spring was still cold, the foreheads of the elite gathered in the courtyard had already begun to sweat.
"Julius Reed?"
Someone recognized the young man at the door, squinting their eyes tightly.
Many of the businessmen who had attended the Huntington family's banquet the day before were present.
They knew very clearly why Zahir Huntington had died!
The words Julius had spoken, like rolling Heavenly Thunder, echoed in everyone's ears.
