At the same time, at the Grand Hotel in Havenmill, X Province.
A high-profile business cocktail party was being held that evening, attended by the most influential figures in Havenmill.
As the owner of the Lonen Group, Landen’s identity was unquestionable. Even though no one had ever seen his true face, his status alone guaranteed him an invitation.
He attended these events only when he felt like it.
If he was in a good mood, he would give the organizers some face—show up, exchange a few words with the major players, have a couple of drinks, and leave. The entire process rarely lasted more than half an hour.
If he wasn’t in the mood, he tossed the invitation into the trash, no matter who sent it.
Given the Lonen Group’s current market position, many were envious of him. Still, on the surface, they treated him with exaggerated courtesy.