It came as a genuine surprise to many that even Old Master Walker himself had shown up.
For a family like the Walker family, whose standing in Kingsley could only be described as marginal at best, an invitation to a high-profile birthday banquet hosted by a top-tier powerhouse like the Winslow family was not merely rare—it was practically unheard of. In the rigid hierarchy of elite society, such events were more than celebrations; they were carefully curated gatherings where status, influence, and unspoken alliances were quietly affirmed and reinforced.
Ordinarily, the Walkers would never have qualified.
But circumstances had shifted.
Because of Dylan Brooks, a few invitations had been delivered to them personally—sent by Old Master Winslow himself through his household staff, an excep
