Chapter 89

At that moment, Grand Cirrus Hotel's parking lot was filled with luxury cars. There were custom-built, limited-edition luxury cars worth almost ten million dollars as far as the eye could see. Moreover, cars from Mercedes' and BMW's regular series were squeezed into obscure corners. The guests, adorned in the most extravagant clothing and jewelry, ascended 88 floors in panoramic elevators. They had a full view of Arcadia. It was as if they could reach out and pluck the stars from the night sky. The banquet hall was on the top floor. At the entrance was a row of security. The hotel manager was standing at the banquet hall's entrance. Only after he verified the guests' invitations were they allowed through. Thus, all those with ill intent would be barred from entry. "Mr. Bradshaw, please come in." "Mr. Sutton, please." "Mr. Yardley, welcome." Each guest was guided by a personal attendant who would follow and serve them. The doorway to the banquet hall was grand, reaching up to