Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 74: Commotion Before the Event

Chapter 74: Commotion Before the Event

Outside the venue, at the entrance of the Manchester Central Convention Complex, lots of people gathered to witness the spectacle. Most of the upper echelon of Manchester’s business community would be gathering here shortly. Those who were invited would arrive in due time and enter the venue. But many small businessmen who couldn’t manage an invitation came anyway to catch a glimpse of the wealthier businesspeople in the area. Some even brought their children to broaden their horizons.

They waited patiently outside the venue, curious to see who qualified to attend such a high-level banquet. Some even brought binoculars to see more clearly. The security guards at the venue were used to this kind of commotion every year. They usually ignored the crowd unless someone tried to forcefully enter or sneak in without an invitation.

Suddenly, people saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom arrive and stop in front of the security checkpoint. A middle-aged man and a young woman stepped out of the car and approached the gate.

"Isn’t that Dylan Webb? The chairman of the Webb Group?" someone exclaimed, pointing in excitement.

"Yeah, I saw him in a televised interview once. But who’s the woman beside him?"

"She’s Imogen Webb, his eldest daughter," another answered knowledgeably. "Rumor has it, although Dylan still holds the title of chairman, Imogen is the one actually running the group’s operations."

As Dylan showed his invitation to the staff and walked through the gate with his daughter, a Lamborghini Aventador pulled up next.

Gasps filled the air. "Wow, look at that beauty," someone whispered.

From the sleek red sports car emerged a striking woman in a form-fitting red gown.

"I recognize her—that’s Jessica Saunders, the CEO of Saunders Group!"

"She looks stunning. That dress must be designer," another said, eyes wide.

"Fits her like a second skin," someone murmured.

Jessica, poised and graceful, handed her invitation to the staff and entered. The car drove off to the designated parking area, leaving onlookers in awe.

"Look, two more cars are approaching. I wonder who it might be this time."

"It looks like all the expensive cars will be here today. Aston Martin Rapide and Mercedes-Benz G-Class this time."

"Man, you know your cars," someone in the crowd commented.

"I run a few car showrooms," the other replied with a grin.

"Can I have your card? I’ve been thinking of buying a new car."

"Here, take it. My name is Milton. When you visit my showroom, call me. I can arrange some discount for you. But in exchange, you have to tell me the guests’ names here. Seems like you know quite a few."

"I’ll do my best," the man chuckled. "But some of these guests are so private, they barely ever show up in media."

"Whatever. Just tell me what you know."

"Look! Arlo Baldwin and his wife just came out of the Aston Martin. He’s the chairman of Infinite Group. Behind them is Rory Barrett, CEO of SpiderWeb Technologies. I don’t know the girl beside him... might be his daughter or secretary."

A blue Ferrari rolled up next, drawing even more attention.

"Look, son," a father said to the teenager beside him, "That man is Harrison Reed, chairman of the Sapphire Group. And the woman with him is his sister, Maisie Reed. Our family business has relied on their company for years. If you ever run into them, show proper respect. Of course, all the other people entering the complex are powerful too. Be respectful to them as well."

"Are they the most powerful people in Manchester?" the boy asked.

The father replied with a serious face, "These businessmen at the banquet are powerful, but they’re not the most powerful. There are many wealthy individuals who neither have the time nor the mindset to appear in public. Power varies depending on context... like a police officer in his station, a judge in his courtroom, or a doctor in the hospital. Never underestimate someone based on their attire. In the quiet corridors of administration, decisions are made that can shift lives without ever being noticed by the crowd. But historically, the power of money has always prevailed. It’s like water... it takes whatever form it needs to."

He paused, then added, "Always remember... there’s a sky beyond the sky you can see. There will always be someone more powerful than the person in front of you."

One by one, invited guests continued to arrive. A long queue formed in front of the gate. Security staff worked hard to minimize the waiting time for these economic big shots. Despite their efforts, the queue grew longer as time passed.

Guests exited their cars at the gate and walked in by showing their invitations. It was just a formality. Those who could afford such luxury cars would never come uninvited and embarrass themselves.

For onlookers, it looked like a luxury car showdown. Bentley Mulsanne, Range Rover, Rolls-Royce Cullinan, McLaren 720S, Mercedes-Maybach, Porsche Panamera Turbo, BMW 7 Series, and Audi A8 L could be seen queueing up one after another in front of the gate.

Several journalists were trying to capture photos of the cars and the businessmen from afar. They were hoping to find something newsworthy. Inside the venue, all photos and recordings were strictly prohibited. No journalists were invited to this banquet. However, a few media owners were seen entering with formal invitations.

People with various backgrounds and intentions gathered in front of the Convention Complex. Some came to catch a glimpse of top businessmen. Some came just to see the luxury cars. Others were curious to witness the grandeur of the event. A few small businessmen came in hopes of connecting with others who also didn’t have invitations. Some street vendors illegally set up stalls to make some quick cash. A few homeless people sat quietly beside the walkway, seeking coins for their next meal. Some brought their friends and family to experience the spectacle. And some came merely to see the people who had come to see.

The crowd was like a sea. All types of rivers of life had come together and flowed into this single spot. From billionaires stepping out of luxury cars to the homeless seeking coins amidst the crowd... from the silent deals being made inside the venue to the street deals among vendors... from the lavish array of gourmet dishes inside the banquet to the lone stale bun in front of a hungry man outside... everyone here was living their own truth.

They were all passing through the same gate... just from different directions.

Status may change the ride, but not the destination.