Moonlight Above Valemont
He quickly called Evan. And when the call connected, he reported.
"Obsidian King, everything has been taken care of."
On the other end, Evan stood in the dim light of the top floor, fingers loosely holding a glass of red wine, his reflection merging with the night skyline of Valemont.
"Very good," he replied calmly, voice low and assured. "Your abilities are as reliable as ever. Spread the word and make sure everyone pays attention to this birthday banquet."
"Understood, Obsidian King."
The call ended.
With Bear's push.
Soon, the news spread throughout Valemont.
The top floor of the Lunar Citadel — the very place that even Julian D'Aurelius once failed to secure — had been successfully booked.
And not by the D'Aurelius household.
But by the mysterious owner of Bear Group.
High society buzzed like a disturbed hive.
Who exactly was this man who spent five trillion to acquire RC Group and rename it Bear Group overnight?
And more importantly—
