Chapter 65

"Who the hell is Chester?" Curtis asked. Curtis didn't recognize any of these people, as they weren't part of the core elite circles. Anyone who could get close to him these days had to be at least in the main line of a major family. "He's from a livestreaming company that blew up in recent years. I'm sure you're aware that live commerce has taken off lately. The Johnstons made a fortune from it, bought a couple of villas worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and somehow squeezed their way into the fringes of high society. "They're just nouveau riche. He probably got chummy with someone inside and got invited into the group." Even though Marceline had only posted that one update, Curtis went through it more than ten times. Not a single word she wrote was anything he wanted to hear, but it had been five years since he last saw her post anything. He liked the post, leaned back, and ordered Ken, "Buy out that lousy company." Holding the steering wheel, Ken had expected as much. "I