The private dining room of the high-end hotel was dimly lit, the ambiance oozing luxury and power. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow over the dark wooden table set with fine china, imported wine, and delicately plated appetizers.

The scent of expensive cigars lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of aged whiskey.

Mr. Thomas Winters sat comfortably in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Across from him sat an elderly man, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, his silver hair neatly combed back.

Even without an introduction, it was clear—this man was wealthier than most. His presence alone radiated authority, the...