"Exactly, you're the eldest grandson of the Lance family.
Walking away from the family back then to prove a point might have felt satisfying, but things are much easier to handle when you hold the power in your own hands," Hank suggested.
For a moment, Mira and the others turned their gaze to Owen.
To their surprise, he simply replied with a dismissive tone, "That's a family matter. We'll talk about it later."
He was deliberately keeping them in suspense.
Then again, some personal affairs weren't meant for outsiders to pry into.
...
Meanwhile, across the venue, Jude, Lawrence, and their entourage were once again surrounded by an eager crowd, treated like absolute royalty.
"You really can't underestimate an heir from a massive overseas dynasty. His network is incredible."
"It's not just his connections. The sheer capital backing him is terrifying."
"Let's be honest, our local financial sector is lagging behind. We just can't compete with the global markets."
In contrast, Mira's group was sparse, consisting only of Hank, Quentin, Elara, and Harvey.
Even the guests who had actively tried to strike up a conversation with Owen and Mira earlier had defected to the opposing camp.
"They all scurried over,"
Hank noted, narrowing his eyes.
"People are fickle. Hasn't it always been like this?"
Mira said with a light chuckle.
"They all want a piece of the pie. Of course they're going to suck up to him,"
Harvey chimed in.
"Friendship? That's just a nice word. At the end of the day, nothing trumps profit."
"Who says? I'm staying right here. What Owen, Mira, and I have is genuine friendship."
Hank glanced at Harvey and nodded, flashing a particularly smug smile.
"You... you're just smarter than them. You know a good investment when you see one,"
Harvey muttered, still slightly defensive.
"Of course I only associate with people who are worth my time. Why would I befriend idiots?
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