Chapter 76

Clinton had been taken away by the police, but the business gala went on as planned. Beckett still lit up the whole banquet like a spotlight, effortlessly becoming the center of attention. People circled him like moths to a flame, trying every trick to strike up a conversation or get noticed. But Beckett carried that same classic vibe—quiet, sharp, unapproachable. He stood like a man who didn't just run an empire, but embodied it. "Mr. Beach, would you be interested in a drink?" a young actress walked up, clearly trying her luck. Everyone in this circle knew Beckett didn't do flings or small talk, especially not with women. But there's always someone who thinks, "What if I'm the exception?" If she somehow caught his interest, that alone could catapult her career. Beach Group's film company practically ruled the entertainment industry. Getting signed under Beckett's label? That's everyone's dream. "Sorry, our Mr. Beach doesn't drink," Carl stepped in with a polite smile, intercepting th