Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance.

In the center of the hotel's grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored.

Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn't take anyone here seriously.

Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family's top enforcers sent as Winston's personal bodyguard.

Raymond approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit."

Jason responded flatly, "Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I'll handle mine."

Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Lowell. You're absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew mi