Chapter 50 The Clash

• The private banquet room at the Hills Valley Clubhouse was dimly lit, the warm glow of chandeliers reflecting off polished mahogany panels. Lala leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of dark liquor, eyes glinting with mischief. Across the room, Ray shifted uneasily, sensing the tension in the air.
• “They’ve been trying to take over the site,” Lala said casually, a smirk forming. “Celeste, right? Some woman playing at construction?”
• Ray’s eyes widened, and he straightened. “Celeste… she’s not ordinary. You can’t—”