At first glance, since the letter had been hand-delivered rather than sent through any regular courier, Max assumed it might have been an invitation.
It was only a fleeting thought , one that crossed his mind and vanished almost immediately. After all, invitations of that kind were reserved for people with far higher standing than he currently held. He hadn't yet reached the kind of influence or recognition that would earn him one.
If someone wanted to invite the Chairman of the Billion Bloodline Group, perhaps that would make sense. But even then, Max doubted his reputation had spread far enough for that.
Besides, from what he remembered, true invitations were never handed off casually to a staff member. Those who delivered them always did so in person, presenting them directly to the intended recipient with ceremony and respect.
This delivery had been silent, discreet , almost cautious.
