Chapter 177: Arriving in Solara, Buying a Hotel with a Fortune, The Missing Girl

Solara. Late at night. The Prosper Business Association headquarters blazed with light, yet the lavish hall felt suffocating, as if the air itself had been pressed flat. George Warth sat rigidly in the seat of honor. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, his face washed in an oddly sickly pallor. His expression was hard, his gaze sharp enough to cut. Several subordinates stood before him, each one tense. "Chairman," one of them reported in a low voice, unease leaking through his restraint,...