Outside the Banquet Hall.
A black luxury car sat quietly by the roadside.
The car window rolled down revealing Chester Yale's demonic face, devoid of any expression.
His long fingers rested on the window, as he coldly watched the direction of the banquet hall, not in a hurry to get out.
"Mr. Chester, the banquet has already started. Aren't you going in?" Mr. Gomez, the executive assistant, reminded with a respectful turn of his head.
"What's the rush? It's just a bunch of insincere people gathering to flatter each other. There's nothing to be eager about." Chester Yale leisurely adjusted the cuff of his suit, waited a while longer, then finally pushed open the car door and stepped towards the banquet hall.
As soon as he appeared, the receptionists at the door immediately lit up, bowing respectfully.
"Welcome, Mr. Chester."
Chester Yale arched an eyebrow, a deviant smile tugging at his lips as he strode inside.
