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Chapter 7 - The Grand Gala

The main ballroom was dazzling. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over hundreds of guests dressed in black-tie attire.

Eleanor Vance stood at the center of the room, draped in emerald silk and diamonds, holding a glass of vintage wine. Beside her stood Mark, looking gaunt, pale, and hollowed out by guilt. He hadn't slept in weeks.

"Smile, Mark," Eleanor hissed under her breath, flashing a fake smile at a passing senator. "You look like a corpse. Stop acting guilty. Clara is gone, the police accepted our missing person report, and the company shares are at an all-time high."

"I can't do this, Mom," Mark muttered, his hand trembling as he gulped down scotch. "Every time I close my eyes, I see her in that dirt."

"You are a Vance!" Eleanor snapped softly, her eyes flashing with cold fury. "Weakness is not allowed in this family."

At 9:00 PM, Arthur stepped up to the main stage microphone to give the welcome speech.

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"Ladies and gentlemen," Arthur announced warmly, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "Thank you for joining us to celebrate the upcoming marriage of our daughter, Chloe, and to honor the incredible success of Vance Enterprises..."

Suddenly, the massive LED screens behind Arthur flickered and turned black.

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