At the lavish banquet hosted by Ted Wolfe, the richest man in Northriver, a shocking scene unfolded.
Ethan Wolfe, the top-tier idol who had just signed a massive endorsement deal with the Wolfe Group, stood frozen in disbelief. His manager—the man who controlled his schedule, his image, and his dirty secrets—had just been slapped into oblivion by Jack Brooks.
That slap wasn't just a physical blow; it was a thunderclap that shattered the social order of the room.
The ballroom fell into a silence so deep it felt like a vacuum. The only sound was the wet, gurgling moan of Manager Wang, who lay amidst the ruins of the seafood buffet, covered in crushed ice and cocktail sauce.
Clink.
A champagne glass slipped from a socialite's hand and shattered on the marble floor. No one moved to clean
