Henry Everhart walked into the hall, and the moment he appeared, the entire atmosphere shifted. It was not something people openly reacted to, but more like an invisible pressure that made everyone lower their voices without being told. Even the music in the background seemed less important now.
As he walked toward the stage, the room fell into complete silence. No one dared to speak, and every movement felt carefully controlled, as if a single wrong sound would draw unwanted attention. Walking just behind him were his two eldest sons, Nathan and Marcus, both dressed neatly in sharp, expensive suits. Their expressions were calm and carefully maintained, like men trained not to reveal anything at the wrong moment.
Mattew noticed something as he observed the room more closely. Unlike the r
