Gone wrong
The open field in the Grandiose Stadium was gradually filling as guests gathered for the charity event.
Wearing all polite smiles behind irritation and unwillingness to be around each other, the people that gathered were the elders of each family and their sons and daughters, who were running the family business alongside their successors.
These were the same people who held Marcoos' economy in hand.
All came here unwillingly, forced to leave their seats of honor due to the message they got from the brat known as the seer's grandson.
It sent shivers down their spine as the message called for an event not to renovate the city but to save Marcoos from destruction.
They were unconvinced, but he knew too much, such he should not be aware of. Otherwise, they wouldn't be coming around dragging their bloodline along.
Especially the older generation, having to keep an eye on their younger generation, reckless grandsons, and granddaughters.