8:15 a.m.
White Lion Club headquarters.
The meeting had long been shattered. With Tyler's death, all core members had vanished without a trace within a day, returning to their original positions like lurking snakes, waiting for the next opportunity.
"To the new president," Hewitt raised his glass.
Marianne smiled and clinked her glass with Hewitt's:
"To you, sir."
Hewitt had already greeted George and the others, so no one would disturb the White Lion Club, which had lost almost all of its important executives.
It was difficult for Marianne to accept everything that had happened. Although she knew Hewitt joined the White Lion Club for his own reasons and had asked her to handle many things for him,
in the end, she had only killed an insignificant person and settled some unfortunate individuals.
