As dusk settled in, the sunset dyed the entire sky red.
Outside the Bert Group building, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 waited quietly.
Grace and Jonathan strolled out of the building gracefully.
The driver respectfully opened the car doors for them.
They got in.
And departed.
A convoy of five Mercedes-Benz cars formed a protective fleet, slowly cruising through the streets.
Grace's face was filled with complexity as she gazed out the window, bearing the pressure in her heart, perhaps something only she could endure.
Now, the sword of the Oscar family was pointed directly at her.
The external threats remained unresolved, while internal troubles continued to stir.
First, there was the internal power struggle within the group, with the Tates watching closely.
And now, even the Bert Gr
