Los Santos, Hilton Grand Hotel.
The birthday banquet of the Hilton family patriarch was a highly anticipated event. Though the Hilton family couldn't compare to the likes of the Morgans or Citibank among the top ten American conglomerates, its long history and vast hotel empire had given it wide-reaching social influence and connections.
As a result, many of the world's most elite figures were among the invited guests.
To host this banquet, the Hilton Grand Hotel in downtown Los Santos had been temporarily closed to the public—open only to those attending the event.
Though the evening sky had just darkened, the hotel was already ablaze with lights and brilliance. The parking lot was packed with luxury cars from the arriving elite. The overflow of vehicles had to settle in the garden or line up in front of the hotel.
On the Binia Avenue outside the hotel, a black Mercedes—ordinary-looking and low-key—slowly pulled up to the front entrance. Amid the sea of luxury cars, it was hardly noticeable.
From it stepped a young man.
He stood tall and straight, with clean, handsome features. A white tailored suit accentuated his noble and refined bearing. There was a faint, gentle smile at the corners of his lips, and his deep, expressive black eyes gave him an unforgettable presence.
This was Ye Yun, arriving in Los Santos for the very first time.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man. Ye Yun already had an exceptional face—enough to attract admirers from elementary to high school. Now, after enjoying a leisurely life for over two months, his entire demeanor had transformed. With a bit of grooming and polish, he now looked every bit like a young heir from a noble family.
"A banquet, huh… This is my first time," Ye Yun thought to himself as he stood before the resplendent Hilton Grand Hotel.
Though he had learned a great deal of etiquette and social skills from Sebas before arriving, he still couldn't help feeling a touch nervous.
After all, his noble demeanor hadn't been cultivated since birth—it had been system-assisted.
Just then, a calm voice sounded beside him.
"Young Master, it's time to go in."
Sebas smiled gently and handed Ye Yun an exquisitely crafted gift box with both hands.
"Thank you, Sebas."
Ye Yun smiled and accepted the box. His nerves settled a bit as he stepped into the hotel.
Along the way, he drew the curious gazes of many socialites and ladies.
The banquet hall inside the Hilton Hotel was grand and expansive. A chandelier worth millions cast a soft, radiant light across the room. Lavish dishes were displayed atop long white tables. Everywhere, figures of prominence from the business and political worlds mingled, drinking and networking.
Though the banquet hadn't officially begun, the atmosphere was already lively.
Events like these were rare chances for such busy elites to gather and socialize. Looking around, it was clear that each group had its own social tier—lines between circles were sharp and defined.
Ye Yun even spotted the legendary investor Warren Buffett.
Buffett, a longtime friend of the Hilton Hotel chairman, was naturally among the guests.
Surrounding him were only other heavyweights from the elite class. An average person would struggle to find any topic to join their conversation.
Ye Yun stood in a corner with a glass of wine, quietly watching it all. A strange sense of unreality filled his heart.
This was a world he had never even dared to imagine before. Yet now, he was a part of it.
Though Ye Yun was quietly drinking alone, several male and female guests approached, intrigued by his striking appearance and noble aura.
But once they discovered he didn't come from any prominent family, they quickly lost interest.
Ye Yun didn't mind at all.
In this world, status and heritage were the calling cards to open doors. He may have owned a luxurious estate now, but that was still nothing in the eyes of these people.
He wasn't born into wealth—but he believed, one day, he would become a legacy all on his own.
Still, he managed to connect with a few people and exchanged business cards, including the young man currently chatting beside him.
"Your estate is in Hawaii? That's an amazing place! So many beautiful women. I love vacationing there—next time, I'll look you up…"
The speaker was a well-dressed young man named Ji Yu, animatedly chatting with Ye Yun. Ye Yun responded politely but without much interest.
Ji Yu, also from L Country, looked a bit younger than Ye Yun but came from a powerful background—his father was the chairman of the Hanting Group.
Hanting Hotels, the largest hotel chain in their country, ranked among the top twenty globally and had some cooperation with the Hilton family, hence the invitation.
Ji Yu was a typical playboy. His father had brought him to the banquet to give him some exposure. But Ji Yu couldn't connect with the Western crowd, so when he spotted Ye Yun—a fellow countryman—he immediately latched on.
Unfortunately, Ji Yu's chatterbox nature was a bit much for Ye Yun.
Just as Ye Yun was growing weary of the whole banquet, his eyes caught a familiar figure approaching.
"Mr. Ye, so you did come."
A clear and pleasant voice drew Ye Yun's attention.
The speaker was none other than Ivanka, whom he had met just a month earlier.
Tonight, Ivanka wore a white off-shoulder evening gown. A gold necklace, delicate like a spiderweb, adorned her chest, and her hair was elegantly pinned up.
It was a simple look, but on Ivanka, it became breathtaking. Her noble elegance matched her beauty perfectly.
She had already been turning heads in the banquet hall—now, as she spoke directly to Ye Yun, all eyes turned toward him. Even Ji Yu beside him stared in stunned silence, astonished.
"Since Miss Ivanka invited me, I naturally had to come," Ye Yun said with a graceful nod and calm smile.
Even with all those gazes fixed on him, he showed no sign of nervousness.
But his words caused many to be secretly shocked—Ivanka personally invited him? Who exactly was this man?
As everyone wondered, Ivanka chatted briefly with Ye Yun before moving on to greet other guests.
She had simply come over to acknowledge him—after all, she couldn't linger with just one person all night.
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