This was the power of Jovitas!
Who would want to cross a power like that?
No one.
So when Sheldon Reid, standing in the banquet hall as he casually lifted a glass of wine, overheard whispers from nearby—"He's here, he's here! Is that Black S?" "The young man next to him must be his heir!"—he couldn't help but turn to look at the entrance.
But when he saw that all-too-familiar face, his pupils constricted in an instant!
He wasn't the only one to react so strongly, but there weren't many.
After all, Marcus Monroe had been in Central City for some time. No matter how low-key he was, he had still met a few people.
They had sensed the young man was extraordinary, but they never imagined he would be the next heir to the renowned Jovitas.
It was more than a little surprising.
Marcus Monroe, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. He followed Black S toward the stage with a steady, calm demeanor.
But anyone who thought he hadn't noticed a thing was sorely mistaken.
