Every four months, the Harrison Mansion hosted an exclusive dinner for the members of the board and Margaret Harrison's business associates. Mark Harrison had always despised gatherings like these—rooms filled with two-faced socialites who excelled at flattery and hidden agendas.Tonight, however, something was different.Instead of the usual crowd of middle-aged businessmen with overflowing egos and expanding waistlines, the ballroom was filled with elegant young women in designer gowns, each one subtly competing for his attention.A gentle tap on his shoulder drew Mark from his thoughts.He turned to find his mother, Margaret Harrison, standing with impeccable grace. Her perfectly practiced smile looked warm enough to everyone else, but to Mark, it was as cold as ice.Beside her stood a young woman."Darling, you remember Amanda Sterling, don't you?" Margaret said pleasantly, though the sweetness in her voice felt painfully artificial. "She just finished her postgraduate studies in
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