The plain, greenfield had never been so lively as it was today with decorations, chairs, tables, and people everywhere.
Although Neron hated socializing with others and touching them, he had to make an exception for this occasion because politicians, top-notch businessmen, and other dignitaries were present.
“You look great,” Isuzu said, standing beside his friend.
But Neron gazed at him with a straight face before focusing his attention back on the media representatives.
The flashes from the cameras kept going off and on as the reporters tried to get a picture of him.
After the paparazzi had snapped a few photos of them, Neron and Isuzu walked away, heading for their seats.
“There's the man of the hour!” An elderly-looking fellow happily stated, extending his hand towards Neron.
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