The previously bustling gala fell silent as everyone held their breath. It was as though they were waiting for someone to break the silence.
A servant accidentally knocked down a champagne tower on a table due to his nervousness and broke the silence with the shattering of glass. A group of servants frantically cleaned up the area while the guests heaved sighs of relief.
With the collapse of the champagne tower, the tense atmosphere was finally broken.
Someone asked, “Third Uncle, was that the representative from Stronghold 178 just now?”
Nash handed the champagne in his hand to a subordinate beside him. He was no longer in the mood to drink. “Yes, that’s Raphael Durkin.”
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