Chapter 218

ELORA'S POV TWO WEEKS LATER The day is finally here. The day Oliver will be announcing his successor. The grand hall looked nothing like a place meant for ordinary gatherings. It rose high into the air, its ceiling a masterpiece of glass and steel, designed to catch the light pouring in from massive chandeliers that hung like frozen constellations above the crowd. Each crystal shimmered, scattering gold and white reflections across polished marble floors that gleamed so brightly they almost looked wet. Tall pillars lined the hall on both sides, carved with intricate designs: symbols of legacy, power, and time. Deep navy and silver banners hung between them, embroidered with the insignia of the empire everyone in this room had come to witness. The stage sat at the far end, elevated just enough to command attention without trying too hard. Behind it, a massive digital screen displayed decades of achievements; companies acquired, industries transformed, headlines that had once shaken the