The second floor of The Alumni House featured an elegant private dining wing, usually reserved for visiting dignitaries and high-profile donors. Given the size of the crowd tonight, the university had taken over the Grand Ballroom.
The hall was a masterpiece of old-world Manhattan architecture—high, vaulted ceilings with intricate moldings and massive circular chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the proceedings. Manager Wei moved through the room with practiced efficiency, ensuring the flow of conversation stayed as smooth as the vintage wine being poured.
Waiters in crisp black-tie attire moved between the tables, carrying silver trays laden with pan-seared scallops and wagyu beef.
Liam’s table was the focal point of the room. Seated with him were Dean Harrison, Dean Miller,
