The gold-embossed invitation sat on the dark mahogany desk inside Lin Mo’s top-floor office.
Heavy red velvet ribbons bound the edges of the card.
Golden calligraphy gleamed under the ceiling lights:
Jiangnan Supreme Charity Gala, Provincial Grand Ballroom.
Su Wan set down a porcelain teacup and picked up the invitation, her expression troubled.
Beside her, Shen Qiaoqiao opened a thick legal dossier filled with financial flowcharts.
“Chairman Lin, this entire gala is a poisoned feast,” Su Wan warned softly. “Patriarchs Song and Murong and the Ouyang Clan elders did not organize this event out of the kindness of their hearts.”
“Tell me what they are planning,” Lin Mo said, leaning back in his leather chair.
