Chapter 39: Death At A Snap Of The Fingers

A little past noon, Lormon Villa was buzzing with life. Elites from Junbert's old-money families and the new-money crowd flowed in like a tide. The sun blazed, but no one's enthusiasm dimmed in the least. Top-tier luxury cars glided in with barely a sound. Doors opened, and out stepped ambitious young tycoons with razor-edge drive, or steady, imposing middle-aged power brokers who wore authority like a tailored suit. The air carried the expensive undertones of perfume, the mellow richness of cigar...