“Ah, Xavier Adrien Chester Quin, we met again," Henderson's voice chimed with a mischievous glint in his eye.
The night had unveiled its grand spectacle, and Henderson was like a maestro orchestrating the occasion. Among the guests, he weaved through the crowd, spinning tales of business and Johnsen Hospital, captivating all who crossed his path. Even the City Mayor was ensnared in his web of charm and conversation.
Meanwhile, at the fringes of the gathering, Martin, Wendy, Xavier, and Haliya huddled together like a covert alliance. Their eyes darted like detectives, deciphering secrets and allegiances hidden beneath masks and polite words. In this room of grandeur, clandestine intentions simmered like a pot of simmering intrigue.
With a glass of bourbon in hand, Martin surveyed the abu
