Inside the grand ballroom, the atmosphere was bright and warm.Massive crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting golden light over hundreds of guests dressed in expensive suits and evening gowns. A classical string quartet played softly on a raised stage near the back, while waiters moved through the crowd carrying trays of wine.Near the central bar stood Marcus Vance, Arthur’s elder brother. He was a tall, sharp-featured man in his mid-fifties, wearing a dark navy tuxedo.Beside him stood his wife, Rita Vance, a slender, hawk-faced woman wearing a heavy gold necklace and a tight emerald silk dress.Standing right next to them was Julian Vance.Julian wore a black tuxedo, holding a half-empty glass of whiskey in his right hand. His face was slightly pale, his eyes nervous as he kept looking toward the main entrance doors."Keep your head up, Julian," Marcus commanded softly, taking a slow sip of his champagne. "You are a Vance.”Rita adjusted her sleeves, her sharp eyes
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