"There's only one Zoren Pierson in the Pierson Family, Mr. Bennet, and he is currently the head of the family. He wants you to be his special guest at the annual celebration of Pierson Corporation."
The chairman stumbled back into his seat, staring at Atlas with wide eyes. Even Sven felt like dropping to the floor, his heart sinking.
"The Pierson… Zoren Pierson…" Sven mumbled, his mind reeling as all his strategies disintegrated before his eyes.
A golden invitation was not just a color; it was a symbol of the highest respect from the head of Pierson Corporation. This golden card hadn't appeared in years because the Pierson Family never regarded anyone as equal or superior to them.
But now, Zoren Pierson had sent his own right-hand man to deliver this card, like an emperor inviting a small noble family to his imperial palace.
