Chapter 790

Night fell, and the city lights flickered to life.

The banquet was being held at Anton's private vineyard. By the time Dylan arrived, it was already in full swing.

The front courtyard was packed with luxury cars, and the moment he stepped into

the hall, the crisp scent of champagne hit him.

The room was filled with men and women in lavish attire, a scene of pure indulgence and decadence.

"Mr. Pritchett, you made it!"

A year ago, Dylan would've been ignored at an event like this. But now, the second he appeared, someone was already slinging an arm around his shoulders, striking up a conversation.

"These spineless hypocrites," thought Dylan with disdain. But on the surface, he effortlessly slipped into a practiced smile as he exchanged pleasantries with the other guests, making his way toward Anton.

"Good evening, Mr. Sherman."

Anton turned at the sound of his voice, eyes skimming over Dylan before recognition flickered. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Pritchett."

around Anton-core members

the true power players of their

pulled Dylan forward, introducing him to all the guests, "Let me introduce you to

Corporation? That's the company making waves

the founder to be so young. The next generation

in, their gazes toward Dylan

a genuine smile appear on Dylan's lips. "Thank

Mr. Swift, aren't

darted

been feeling under the weather. Said

knows how

too. But with no successor in sight, I don't

the

moment the question dropped, the group fell silent. More than a few glances stid toward Dylan. They were old foxes

Dylan had

knew exactly

lately.

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