Chapter 967

Cliff was undoubtedly the star of the evening, though he didn't seem to care much for the attention lavished on him. He opened his tiny mouth for a big yawn, then nestled his face into Oliver's embrace. His lips pursed slightly before he peacefully closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Grace adjusted the little tiger cap on his head and gazed at his sleeping face with tenderness. "It must be so comfortable in Oliver's arms that he fell asleep instantly," she said softly. The people around her chimed in, "Mr. Jefferson must hold him often at home, right?" Grace nodded and shared warmly, "Oliver holds him even more than I do." The lively hall buzzed with conversations, each group with its own agenda. Some were diving into business discussions, and others exchanged personal stories. A few sought to build new connections, while certain individuals quietly observed key players in the crowd. Mason and Blake, however, kept their focus squarely on James. Every move he made—like