Countless rich and powerful individuals and groups arrived, with hundreds of prestigious cars lining the


    parking lot outside Graves Mansion. Naturally, there were many others forced to park by the curb.


    Chaz was wearing a ck tuxedo, his hairbed neatly as he stood and received all the guests filing


    through the parlor.


    Naturally, he was only greeting the top elites of Riverton—his retainers would handle the modest


    families and small business owners.


    Even as he appeared bright and pleasant, raising his champagne flute to salute the guests around him,


    one of the servants came to him with a report, "Everything''s in ce, sir... but the Szars didn''t send


    anyone, citing unforeseen circumstances."


    Chaz shrugged. "Never had much hope in Donald Szar anyway."


    "That''s not it, sir," the servant said, before leaning in to whisper into Chaz''s ear, "The Szars'' factory


    was retaken by Kurt Stinson. At this point, they have no leverage for a partnership with us. though


    someone from Mr. Stinson''s side has since made contact with us."


    "Really?" Chaz smiled, a little surprised. "Tell them yes. I''m fine with partnering with anyone, as long as


    the Turnbulls and Frank Lawrence fall."


    "Yes, Mr. Graves." The servant nodded and left.


    Another servant soon came with another report. "Mr. Graves, Frank Lawrence was at Lane Manor two


    nights ago, announcing that he would crash this wedding."


    Chaz snorted. "I knew he''de, but announcing it? I''m interested to see if he has the guts toe


    good on his word! This is my house, and I''ve assembled every man we have, not to mention that the


    Lionhearts have sent their martial elites as well. If hees, he''s not leaving!"


    His eyes shed with savagery even as he crushed his champagne flute. "We''ll settle this once and for


    all, Frank! You''ll be kneeling before me even as I humiliate you!"


    -


    In a grandly decorated room, Helen was sitting before the dressing table, staring nkly at the beautiful


    woman in the mirror.


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    She nced at the phone she left on the table, her eyes welling up with worry—she had been fretting


    that he would reallye ever since Frank dered he would crash this wedding.


    Worst of all, he had killed Hubert, and there was no hiding it—the Lionhearts were long since made


    aware of that fact.


    If Frank came to Graves Mansion, he would not be just facing the Graves'' wrath, for the Lionhearts


    would want a piece of him too.


    That''s why she had been calling Frank repeatedly, and then texting him since he was not answering,


    begging him to stay out of this.


    Naturally, Frank did not respond to her texts, and it left Helen further uneasy.


    Gina came up to her just then, beaming as she ced a beautiful jewelry box in front of Helen. "See?


    Mr. Graves bought all these for you. Even the cheapest one costs millions! Come on, pick a few and


    put them on."


    In contrast to Gina''s enthusiasm, Helen was totally uninterested, even sighing.


    "What?! Are you still thinking about that bastard?!" Gina snapped right then, her face falling since she


    knew all too well what her daughter was thinking.


    She snapped the jewelry box shut even as she growled, "Just give up already, Helen—this is Graves


    Mansion, and there''s guards stationed at every corner. Frank would be kept outside the gates even


    before he could get in, and it''d be worse for him if he tries to barge in!"