Debra teased him, "You stick out like a sore thumb here."
"I'm evolved," Randy smiled, leading them into the house.
The maids were cleaning in the grand hall that resembled a museum. The shelves were crammed with antiques worth seven figures. Porcelain vases and jade carvings screamed "royalty-only" back in the day.
The Osborne family might as well have hung a neon "Rob Me" sign.
Debra's gaze snagged on a wall glittering with rare gemstones and uncut minerals. She drifted closer, but Randy's father emerged from a side room.
"You guys..." His sharp eyes swept over them.
Enoch Osborne had a tall, well-built frame, his posture straight and dignified. Despite being in his fifties, the sharpness and grace of his youth still lingered in his features, hinting at the strikingly handsome man he had once been.
"Dad," Randy greeted him. "These are Debra, Marion, and Erica. You've met them before."
Enoch ignored him, "I know these famous CEOs."
His words drew a distinct line between them.
He placed a statue in the glass case. "Why are you here?"
"The ancestral hall's not up here."
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Just move."
Enoch finally spoke. "Seamar City's secret? That's gossip for fools. Shouldn't the heirs of the Four Great Families know better?"
Debra smiled, "Mr. Osborne, our families all fell into chaos, and Caleb passed away recently. Yet the Osborne family stayed untouched. That doesn't happen without special measures."

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