"So that's the Deputy Director of the Federal Securities Regulatory Bureau?
He looks like a straight-laced guy. Why is he turning his back on local firms to back some foreign entity?"
Hank asked.
"He's not actually here for Jude. Lawrence brought him in.
Lionel has a history with my grandfather. But my grandfather never calls in that favor unless it's an absolute emergency, and he's certainly never asked him to break protocol.
Lawrence is completely exploiting that connection today.
And because of the Lance family's stellar reputation, Lionel probably didn't even bother looking into the details."
"That guy in the loud jacket next to him must be Charles Vance,"
"Most likely. I've never actually met him in person,"
Owen replied.
While they spoke, Jude had already led the two men onto the main stage.
Before he even introduced them, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.
Jude took the microphone himself. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the man I mentioned earlier—Mr. Lionel Merrick, Deputy Director of the Federal Securities Regulatory Bureau."
Another wave of aggressive applause swept through the room.
"And beside him is the renowned global private equity investor, Mr. Charles Vance."
Naturally, the crowd clapped even harder.
"I now invite Deputy Director Merrick to say a few words."
Just then, a waiter quietly approached Owen and whispered something in his ear.
Owen immediately stood up, bringing Mira with him as they followed the waiter out of the hall.
Stepping just outside the banquet doors, they were met by an imposing figure. He had a strong jawline, sharp features, and an intensely authoritative presence.
Standing over six feet tall, his posture was as rigid as a commanding officer, exuding absolute power.
He was accompanied by only two bodyguards.
"Gabriel..."
Before Owen could finish his sentence, the man raised a hand to stop him. "Keep it quiet."


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