The heavy, soundproofed double doors of the Yang estate's private VIP lounge closed with a soft, definitive click, instantly sealing out the distant, echoing murmurs of the chaotic ballroom below.
Old Master Yang had personally seen to it that no secondary elders, nosy socialites, or media vultures could get within fifty feet of this wing, giving the two families absolute, untouchable privacy.
Inside the quiet room, Chen Heng stood near the fireplace, his large frame casting a long shadow across the hearth.
Despite standing in the presence of the two most powerful patriarchs in the capital, he did not bend his spine. He stood as he always did—a proud, protective shield for his family.
Flanking him like an unbreakable wall of protective armor were his sons: Chen Shao, Chen Yan and Chen Jue.
