The evening began,
Davies International's annual event was happening in one of their own luxurious venues.
People were gathered, celebrating the decades of success. Reporters stood at the entrance, capturing every moment of the guest's entry —from their style to the relationship they share with the Davies.
While a few of them had already entered the party, there were still many who were yet to make an entry.
The evening has just begun.
"See, there," someone shrieked from the crowd, "it seems the S-list actress, Hazel, has arrived. That's her car."
Every camera person turned to look, and the shining flashes started flashing even before the door had opened.
Under everyone's excited gazes, the actress stepped down, looking fair and beautiful, living up to her reputation. She walked down the carpet gracefully, stopping to answer a few questions from the reporters.
After her, another model came up, dressed equally beautifully. Later, a few actors also followed the same suit. Reporters and cameramen gave her equal importance.
After all, no matter who comes to attend the celebration tonight, they are all worth covering.
Over the years, the Davies had a record of choosing just the right celeb faces. If they are not popular, they have all gotten popular after signing the contract with Davies Internationals chained networks that work both domestically and internationally.
Soon after, almost everyone was there. The shareholders had made their way inside, even the top dignitaries of the society had headed in, and celebs who were chosen to be the ambassadors were also cordially greeted and escorted.
But the reporters still stood there, as if waiting for someone.
"I have confirmed," someone said, confusion reeling in his tone, "Mrs. Quinn has confirmed her appearance at the event today. Why is she not yet here?"
"Do you think her absence is related to internal conflicts?"
"Some suspect that today, Brenda Davies is going to announce the future heir of the company and her legacy."
"Yes, even I have heard it," another reporter confirmed. They have gotten the invites to the night, but their invite hasn't been very detailed. So, they are still speculating.
"Even in the past, the mother-daughter have had conflicts regarding this. Who knows if it ever eased?"
Catrin has never kept her hostility towards her mother hidden. Every chance she got, she had made sure that her people knew how her own mother hadn't treated her right.
"Oh, there is a car coming," someone suddenly said when they saw a car heading from a distance straight towards the entrance.
The car pulled up right at the front, and soon the driver stepped out to open the door.
"That's Mr. Quinn."
Recognizing Idris, someone said, and soon the reporters swarmed to approach him.
Idris glanced at the crowd with a smile before rounding the car to go on the other side to open the door for Catrin.
Catrin held his arms and then walked towards the entry.
As they were walking, they were stopped by the reporters.
"Mrs. Quinn, you arrived so late for late for the celebration hosted by your family. Is it because of some internal conflict?"
"Madam Quinn, even before you had conflicts with your mother. Have they still not been resolved??
"We are sorry, Mrs. Quinn. We didn't mean that," one apologized, before adding, "We just wanted to ask how things have been between you and Mrs. Davies. We got the tip that she might be announcing her legal heir and the future leader of Davies Internationals today. Do you have any idea who she has chosen?" freeweɓnovel.cøm
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