Ronan Yates and his brothers spent two days cleaning before finally tidying up the place, and they even specially ordered a plaque for the club to hang at the door, barely giving it a bit of a formal club air.
Sunshine streamed through the small window, still making it cold, but at least it wasn't as gloomy.
The conference table sat in the center of the room, and Seraphina Redgrave sat at the head seat, idly scrolling through her phone, listening to the others talk.
"I found out when I went to the competition venue this time; it turns out the awards we saw the Elite Society take were all fake. When they said who won world-class awards, in reality, all the participants were from the Elite Society, and their country's competitors were also from their nation's Elite Society."
A timid boy, Rory, spoke up, a bit displeased: "Then what's the point of competing before? It's a waste of time; they might as well hand the trophy to the Elite Society from the start."
