The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1663 High-End Club

Meanwhile, Edison was still reveling in his hedonistic celebration.

The Chamber of Commerce's previously formal atmosphere had transformed into something more akin to a high- end club, with drinks flowing and cigars lit.

Each man was accompanied by at least two women dressed in the lightest of silks, seductive smiles on every face. They were indulging in the beauties by their side, their presence lending an intoxicating allure to the room.

In the middle of his revelry, Edison's phone began ringing. Thinking it was Rosalyn, he didn't bother checking his phone and simply shut it off.

Meanwhile, the anxious dealers were frantically trying to reach him. Furious messages and inquiries from the public were bombarding their company profiles, questioning their integrity as suppliers.

Had they simply held on to their contracts with the Whitman family, they'd be thriving right now, riding the wave of public support. But instead, they'd gotten nothing but criticisms! The benefits Edison had promised them were nowhere to be seen.

With such a huge scandal, he should at least explain himself-anything to justify the fallout. Now, not only were there no words of assurance, but they couldn't even reach him!

their accounts were flooded with so much criticism that they had to turn off the

any luck reaching

just tried! It says the number I was dialing

here! What are we supposed to do? I only canceled my deal with the Whitman family because Mr. Waldron said so! Now everything's turned

Do you think Edison tricked us? Did he get us to cancel our contracts with the Whitman family only to

the more suspicious they grew. After all, Edison's phone was

Chamber of Commerce! I'm nearby, so I'll head over now. He's got to give us

swaying atop a glass

crowd, and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, as the Chamber of Commerce's acting chairman, I promise that as long as I,

Whitman family care

guards stationed outside

straight in the doorway, and the Chamber of Commerce members, already a bit tipsy from the alcohol, squinted in confusion, unable to make out the person's

to wear off. They shook their heads, hastily trying to let go of the women they were holding,

the person approached, it felt exactly like their first meeting with her-an overwhelming presence of authority radiated from her, combined with a scion's