News of the Zamora Group's biological son returning home quickly spread.
Some competitors, well aware of the Zamora family's blatant favoritism toward Cedrick, deliberately fanned the flames online, waiting to see the real and fake young masters fight for power and profit.
True to expectations, the Zamora family soon announced a formal recognition banquet.
But I knew very well—this so-called banquet was nothing more than a superficial move to placate the shareholders.
The banquet was scheduled for the evening, yet as the supposed protagonist, I received almost no attention.
Instead, Cedrick bounced around like an overexcited dog—shopping for clothes, contacting clients, acting as though he were the star of the night.
Time slipped by quickly, and evening arrived in the blink of an eye.
Guests began to arrive one after another.
The first floor had been transformed into a banquet hall. Long tables were laid out with exquisite dishes and an assortment of branded wines and spirits.
Cedrick stood at the entrance holding a tall glass, smiling brightly as he greeted guests, his mouth full of cloying pleasantries that made my stomach churn.