The Heavenly Demon of Terror
Chapter 124: A Celebration, A Cold Slap of Reality
(Samuel's POV)
The grand banquet hall was at its peak—laughter, applause, and champagne flowed freely.
The elite of the business world, Hollywood, and European aristocracy gathered around as Mikhail Volkov took the stage.
A man feared and respected, the head of Volkov Industries.
And tonight, he held the microphone with one goal.
To honor me.
I leaned back against the bar, whiskey in hand, watching him speak.
Mikhail's deep voice boomed through the hall, commanding attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I rarely speak at events like these, but tonight calls for a special announcement."
The crowd hushed, their eyes locked on him.
His sharp, ice-blue gaze swept the room before landing on me.
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