Chapter 58 Your Father is Buried Here

Eric stood still and said, "Mr. Barnes, that's the tenth-anniversary celebration of the Downer Group. They sent us an invitation card, and you rejected it long ago." Frederick immediately got up and grabbed his suit jacket. "Let's go now." "Do you need a female companion?" "Nicole." The Grandon Hotel, surrounded by luxurious cars, looked like a neon-woven planet at night. In the banquet hall on the fifth floor, upper-class socialites formed a beautiful painting accompanied by melodious music. Although the banquet was coming to an end, the atmosphere was still lively. Wherever Frederick went, he was the brightest star. His radiance could outshine everyone else's. Nicole twisted her slender waist, applied her seductive red lipstick, and greeted familiar faces with ease, as everyone knew she was Frederick's fiancée and the future mistress of the Barnes Group. A man in his sixties with a beer belly ran over to th