As the banquet continued, Alfred suddenly approached Ethan urgently.
“Young Master, there’s someone you need to meet.”
Ethan frowned.
Alfred rarely sounded worried.
Across the ballroom stood a tall man in his early thirties wearing a dark navy suit.
His sharp eyes carried overwhelming confidence.
And beside him stood several powerful businessmen acting respectfully toward him.
“That’s Damien Wolfe,” Alfred said quietly.
“The Wolfe family?”
Alfred nodded.
“The only family powerful enough to rival the Coles.”
Damien slowly walked toward Ethan with a calm smile.
“So,” he said smoothly, “you’re Leonard Cole’s grandson.”
Ethan extended his hand politely.
Damien shook it firmly.
But the atmosphere between them instantly became tense.
Because neither man loosened their grip.
Clara’s expression darkened slightly nearby.
Damien noticed immediately.
Then he smiled.
“It’s been a while, Clara.”
Ethan looked toward her.
“You know him?”
Clara remained silent for a moment before answering quietly.
“Our families once planned for us to get married.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Damien chuckled softly.
“But it seems your grandfather chose someone else.”
The tension in the room grew heavier.
And Ethan instinctively realized one thing—
Damien Wolfe was not someone who accepted losing easily.