At the Davies Corporation's old mansion, a line of vehicles parked at the entrance of the courtyard.
Men emerged from luxury cars, stepping onto the marble staircase, accompanied by bodyguards in suits, and entered the courtyard.
Passing through the circular archway and around the corner of the stone walls, they walked through the grand and opulent entrance hall, a spectacle of wealth and extravagance.
The Davies family's elders, both major and minor, had already taken their seats in the living room, chatting and speculating about the purpose of the meeting called by the head of the family.
"Eight out of ten, he's called us here to settle scores because we didn't attend his proposal ceremony..."
"Since when do elders attend the younger generation's proposal ceremonies? That's not proper, and besides, that Ms. Barton, why should we deign to be spectators?"
