Chapter 608

Countless rich and powerful individuals and groups arrived, with hundreds of prestigious cars lining the parking lot outside Graves Mansion. Naturally, there were many others forced to park by the curb. Chaz was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair combed neatly as he stood and received all the guests filing through the parlor. Naturally, he was only greeting the top elites of Riverton—his retainers would handle the modest families and small business owners. Even as he appeared bright and pleasant, raising his champagne flute to salute the guests around him, one of the servants came to him with a report, "Everything's in place, sir… but the Salazars didn't send anyone, citing unforeseen circumstances." Chaz shrugged. "Never had much hope in Donald Salazar anyway." "That's not it, sir," the servant said, before leaning in to whisper into Chaz's ear, "The Salazars' factory was retaken by Kurt Stinson. At this point, they have no leverage for a partnership with us… though someone from Mr