"You're never serious!"
Jodie rubbed her aching forehead, shooting a glare at Veil. "I have something proper to talk to you about. This weekend, the Chandler family's patriarch in Veyport City is celebrating his seventieth birthday. Shouldn't our Lancaster Universal Group send someone over to pay respects?"
The Chandler family held considerable influence in Veyport City.
Especially the old man Oliver Chandler—he was one of the earliest businessmen to make a name for himself. Practically every prominent entrepreneur in Veyport had been mentored by him in some way.
In the city, he was a major figure—respected, authoritative.
More importantly, Oliver was notoriously stubborn. Even at his age, he still maintained a tight grip on the Chandler family's financial core, refusing to hand down any real power. The younger generation only managed a few petty branches of the business he'd graciously allowed them to handle.
