The private booth's door swung open, and the overweight Elon barged in, flanked by two burly bodyguards.

Oscar's face lit up, and he quickly stood, his tone dripping with flattery. "Mr. Golding, you're here!"

Elon barely grunted in response, not even sparing a glance at the Stevens family. To him, they were just a bunch of small-town nobodies, not worth his time.

Oscar turned to the Stevens family with a smug grin. "Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, Aspen, allow me to introduce someone. This is Mr. Elon Golding, of the Goldings, one of the Five Apex Families!"

Zephyr quickly stood up, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Oscar, Mr. Golding is your friend?"

Oscar's grin stretched even wider. "Mr. Stevens, you flatter me!"

Then, he turned to Elon and added, "Mr. Golding, you're so kind to drop by! Please, have a seat."

Zephyr also quickly gestured to an open seat. "Please, Mr. Golding, have a seat!"

The other Stevens family members scrambled to make room, fully aware that