Chapter 1 - The Red Stain at Calloway House
Inside the ultra-exclusive dining salon of the Calloway House penthouse, sparkling crystal chandeliers cast warm light over lush white floral arrangements and glowing stemware. Wealthy guests in silk tuxedos and couture gowns chatted quietly over champagne.
Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the refined atmosphere.
Ethan Mercer, a thirty-something executive clad in a tailored grey suit and black bowtie, stood with his arm extended, pointing his finger aggressively at his elderly father-in-law, Frank Calloway. Frank’s pristine white shirt under his burgundy vest was dripping with dark red wine—deliberately thrown across his chest seconds earlier.
Before Frank could even wipe his face, two muscular security guards in black suits with earpieces grabbed both of the silver-haired man's arms, pinning him against the edge of the dining table.
"Security—get him out! He doesn’t belong at this table!" Ethan shouted, his arrogant voice echoing loudly off the polished mahogany paneling as surrounding high-society guests gasped in shock.
Frank’s daughter, Lily, sat nearby in an off-shoulder dark blue dress. She kept her eyes glued to her lap, her hands trembling as she whispered her painful betrayal without looking at her father.
"Dad, just go... please don’t make this worse," Lily panicked in a hushed, distressed whisper.
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Frank looked at his daughter, his eyes holding a mixture of deep heartbreak and quiet, unshakeable composure. He didn't struggle against the guards. Instead, he reached slowly into his pocket with two fingers.
👉 Read on to discover what object the humiliated father placed onto the white tablecloth.
