The dust finally settled on all the handovers and the division of power on the morning of this Christmas holiday.
Two in the afternoon.
The sky, washed clean by the storm, was a brilliant blue. Sunlight spilled across the snow blanketing the Long Island Manor, refracting into a dazzling glare.
Several helicopters stood ready to fly back to New York at a moment's notice.
Since Timothy Mellon and Phoenix Mellon had already left the manor, the other guests, one by one, also requested to depart.
Alexander didn't force anyone to stay. It seemed that to him, things like Christmas gifts, familial affection, and family gatherings were all unimportant. The sole purpose of this Christmas party had been to consolidate and redistribute power before the launch of the Free Port, and nothing more.
Li Wei and Elizabeth walked side-by-side toward the helicopter.
