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“We’d love to stay longer, but there’s another business reception we promised to attend,” a woman explained, setting down her barely touched drink before rising from her seat.

“Yes, we have to go as well,” another guest added. “It’s a big event–everyone’s talking about it.”

Soon, more followed, murmuring similar reasons as they left.

As the evening wore on, Sarah and Alexander found themselves exchanging uneasy glances.

The once–lively banquet had begun to empty at an alarming rate, and the chatter that had once filled the room faded into silence.

One by one, guests made their polite excuses, murmuring something about prior commitments, before slipping out the door.

At first, it seemed like mere coincidence.

But when Alexander overheard a whispered conversation between two departing guests, his expression darkened.

“They’re all going to Linda’s opening banquet,” he murmured to Sarah, keeping his voice low.

Sarah stiffened. “Linda? As in… Linda’s family?”

Alexander nodded grimly. “They deliberately scheduled their company’s grand opening for tonight. And it looks like they made sure to invite nearly everyone who was supposed to be here.”

Sarah’s grip on her wine glass tightened. Her mind raced, but the more she thought about it, the clearer it became–this was no accident.

making sure that the old lady’s birthday

matters worse, they had used Arnold’s connections to lure the guests

frustration. “I can’t believe

she noticed her grandmother watching the

on to what was happening, yet instead of reacting

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just a birthday,” she said, her voice

her, expecting some sign of bitterness, but there was none.

was an air of acceptance–resignation,

she began hesitantly.

a hand, silencing her gently. “Sarah, listen to me. You must never

weight to her words, something unspoken but deeply meaningful. And then it struck

just talking about

Clark, Sarah’s father, had once betrayed

the humiliation and heartbreak, had eventually walked away from

flicker of sadness crossed Sarah’s face. The pain of those years still lingered like a shadow, but she pushed it down, just as she always had.

room, Clara

with a sharp clatter, her face

spat, her eyes blazing. “To do something like this on purpose… and on Grandma’s birthday,

under

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