The Emperor Hotel paid special attention because Zion was hosting his daughter’s birthday banquet.
The entire day yesterday was spent decorating, without accommodating a single guest.
Flowers blossomed and carpets of red were laid out.
Today, the guests arrived, each slightly shocked, and they couldn’t help but admire the grandeur of Lysander King.
It was now ten in the morning.
The venue was packed with people.
Each guest was dressed to the nines, adorned with jewels, each more imposing than the last.
Madeline, holding a glass of red wine, wandered around the venue. With no one to talk to, she looked around aimlessly.
Her gaze kept being drawn to the stage, where gifts were piled up like a mountain.
These were early gifts from smaller powers, and Madeline felt a pang of envy.
“Limited edition LV bags, Chanel suits, Cartier watches, Tiffany…”
“All together, they must be worth over a hundred million dollars!”
There, the glitter of jewels was overwhelming; any single item was worth several hundred thousand dollars.
Madeline’s gift was also there, a Dior lipstick worth over ten thousand dollars, but because it was considered “too cheap,” it was tossed aside.
Just like Madeline’s current situation, no one spared her a second glance.
“My wedding should be even more grand than this, especially since it will be in Eahta, where you can throw a brick and hit several billionaires…”
Madeline watched Harriet Hamilton, dressed like a princess, and muttered to herself, longing in her heart.
At that moment, powerbrokers from Pelens and representatives from six cities and nineteen towns gathered.
The venue erupted into noise.
One after another, the wealthy and powerful entered the venue, advancing towards the round table at the front under the eager gazes of the attendees.
They represented the top echelons of power from Pelens and the surrounding cities, a testament to Zion’s unmatched influence.
“Is this the power of Lysander King?” Madeline thought, awestruck. “Able to overshadow all with a single gesture, calling upon thousands to worship him.”
She firmly believed that one day she too could be like Zion.
However, a scornful look appeared in her eyes as she suddenly remembered something and shook her head:
“Flynn, as Harriet Hamilton’s boss, should be coming today.”
“Good thing he is Harriet Hamilton’s boss, otherwise he could never attend such a grand event.”
“Good! Let him see what Lysander King is truly like.”
“Let him see what a real hegemon looks like!”
“Lysander King should be arriving soon; I must go to the entrance to wait…”
Madeline talked to herself, walking towards the entrance.
She wanted to position herself advantageously to witness Lysander King’s regal demeanor.
“Miss, the master will arrive soon, please come with me to welcome him.”
Xavier Caldwell and representatives from various powers came forward, escorting Harriet Hamilton out to the hall.
Everyone looked forward eagerly, their expressions reverent, holding their breath in anticipation.
However, Harriet Hamilton showed no expectation for Zion, standing at the entrance on the red carpet, looking around, hoping to see Flynn.
The Hamilton family relatives were also called out, each one dispirited, unable to muster any enthusiasm.
Odin Hamilton was among them, normally a non-smoker, but today he smoked one cigarette after another.
The Hamilton family knew that after today, Harriet Hamilton, who had been nurtured for twenty years as one of their own, would leave the Hamilton family forever, to marry into Ipholn.
She was just a tool.
A tool to further enhance Zion’s prestige, power, and strength.
Harriet Hamilton was not the focus today; Zion was.
But they had no recourse; to the ordinary people of the Hamilton family, Zion was like a Provincial Prince, guarding a region.
They had no right to resist, not even daring to utter a word of dissent.
“Lysander King Zion has arrived!”
A voice announced.
Everyone looked eagerly into the distance as three Rolls-Royces slowly drove into the Emperor Hotel’s parking lot.
The noise at the scene gradually subsided, and eventually, the area within several miles fell silent.
In Niarak, such a scene only occurred when Orion Kennedy appeared.
Back then, it was only the elite of Niarak, but now the dignitaries from Pelens and the surrounding six cities and nineteen towns were all present.
It was clear who was superior.
At the venue, there were at least twenty figures more formidable than Orion Kennedy, all of whom could only bow their heads in front of Zion.
What was Orion Kennedy in comparison?
Xavier Caldwell approached the rear of the car, bending slightly as he gently opened the door, holding the roof to prevent the person inside from bumping their head as they exited.
The action was smooth, clearly a habit.
Maisie Carlisle was the first to step out of the car, dressed in a long gown, her expression cold, proud like a peacock, as if a king’s daughter visiting the countryside, her eyes filled with disdain.
“Miss!”
Xavier Caldwell stepped aside with a bow.
“A bunch of bumpkins!”
Maisie Carlisle glanced over the crowd, noticing the sycophantic gazes fixed on her, and couldn’t help but snort loudly.
Her voice was loud enough that many at the venue heard it, yet none dared show any anger.
They felt it was only natural for Maisie Carlisle to look down on them, after all, she was Lysander King’s daughter, adored and as dazzling as the stars above-untouchable.
They could only look up in awe.
Maisie Carlisle stepped aside, and a leather shoe emerged from the car.
“Clack!”
The leather shoe tapped the concrete, and a tall figure appeared in the crowd’s view.
His features were sharp and defined, his eyes piercing, his presence too majestic to gaze upon directly.
Just his standing there was like a towering mountain pressing down, nearly suffocating the crowd with its force, turning their faces pale as they all bowed their heads.
Lysander King Zion!
Undoubtedly the foremost titan of Pelens and the surrounding six cities and nineteen towns!
His aura unfolded fully; his mere presence commanded awe, enveloping the entire venue like a celestial force.
Upon seeing Zion, the crowd felt like mortals in the presence of a deity, their breathing nearly stopping from fear.
At the sight of Zion, Madeline involuntarily gasped, her eyes filled with uncontainable shock and admiration.
Flynn, do you see?
This is a true hero, pride ingrained in his very bones, holding the power to overturn seas and mountains with just a glance, his overwhelming presence making you tremble and instinctively want to prostrate yourself!
You have none of these qualities!
You are the antonym of Zion!
Don’t blame me for divorcing you; no woman would spend her life with a man who only knows how to scheme and is full of himself!
After Zion stepped down, the doors of the two cars behind him opened, and six men with the presence of the sea descended.
Leading them was an old man, Lysander King’s personal healer.
Though not as capable as Layla, he was still a figure beyond the reach of ordinary people!
He was here today to check on Harriet Hamilton’s health, ensuring she was in the best condition to marry into the Wallace family.
The other five were Grandmasters, who, along with Xavier Caldwell, were tasked with safeguarding Zion’s safety.
“Master, I called Mr. Chen early this morning, but he didn’t come,” said Xavier Caldwell, referring naturally to Zion’s legitimate son, Chen Jiaci.
Upon hearing this, Zion’s brow furrowed, his eyes sharp.
After a moment, his voice rang out softly.
“Never mind, it’s just a formality; better that he didn’t come.”
Xavier Caldwell bowed again: “There’s another matter-Orion Kennedy and Edwin Gallagher from Niarak haven’t arrived yet.”
Zion’s brow furrowed again, his gaze sharp as a knife, his face growing colder as he scoffed:
“Used to playing king of the mountain, thinking they’re the real heroes?”
After saying this, Zion, enveloped in an endless oppressive aura, walked towards the hall entrance.
“Behold Lysander King!”
A thunderous salute erupted, the sound buzzing in the ears of the attendees.
The entourage moved with Lysander King and the young master, and the guests dispersed like a tidal wave, clearing a path for them.
Zion strode through Niarak, with thousands bowing before him!