An elderly man stepped out of the back seat, his presence instantly radiating an undeniable aura of absolute power and terrifying authority. He wore a bespoke charcoal suit, and his polished leather shoes hit the stone floor with deliberate, heavy steps as he leaned slightly on a silver-headed walking cane. His hair was stark white, but his sharp, piercing eyes held a fierce, unyielding anger that chilled everyone who made eye contact with him. Audible gasps echoed through the crowd as guests recognized the legendary titan of industry—a man who owned half the city and held the financial destinies of everyone present in the palm of his hand. Julian’s smug expression dissolved in less than a second. His smirk vanished, replaced by an intense, overwhelming wave of fear that drained all the color from his face. The glass of wine in Julian’s hand trembled so violently that red liquid splashed over his knuckles. He took an involuntary step back, his arrogant posture collapsing into sheer panic as the old man walked past the silent crowd, his cold gaze scanning the scene until it landed directly on the pool.