By evening, the Ashbourne main residence had been brightly lit for some time. The moment Elena stepped into the dining room, she noticed there were far more people present than there would be for an ordinary family dinner. Aside from the direct family members, several board members were there, along with two senior executives from the bloodline equipment division and even a few people who rarely appeared unless an important decision was involved. She immediately understood that Reginald’s phrase, “dinner to discuss Northstar,” was merely a softer way of describing a meeting that had already been prepared in advance.
Zeyan walked beside her, and the moment he appeared, quite a few eyes turned toward him.
An older man seated near Diana looked him up and down before asking with pointed inte
