Chapter 937: A Web of Doubts

By the last round of donations, Braden Rickett already looked spent, the strain showing in the way he moved. He was in his seventies. No matter how well he maintained himself, age did what it did. As the saying went, old bones didn't win on strength. Endurance waned with age, and he was nowhere near the energy of the younger crowd. Besides, this four-hour program had been grueling, and no one had worked harder than Braden. He not only gave speeches on stage, he had to coordinate the segments, the...