Everyone stood up collectively as soon as they felt the auras of those people—it was a sign of respect for the main family. They were guided toward a table even closer to the stage.
Gabriel calmly observed each of them. In their midst were several arrogant heirs with their noses pointed toward the ceiling, along with a few mature old men and women, all formally dressed, walking with quiet confidence and smugness.
He quickly looked past them. His attention was drawn to a slim, gray-haired old man who looked as if even a breeze could blow him away. His eyes were deep and dark, and his expression carried the permanent weight of anger.
This was the head of the Graves family himself—Alfred Graves. The man who singlehandedly built the powerful conglomerate that thrived throughout the human continent.
If someone had told anyone that this frail, deathly-looking old man had built such a vast empire, they would have disagreed. In fact, they would've argued otherwise.
