Outside the venue, at the entrance of the Manchester Central Convention Complex, lots of people gathered to witness the spectacle. Most of the upper echelon of Manchester’s business community would be gathering here shortly. Those who were invited would arrive in due time and enter the venue. But many small businessmen who couldn’t manage an invitation came anyway to catch a glimpse of the wealthier businesspeople in the area. Some even brought their children to broaden their horizons.
They waited patiently outside the venue, curious to see who qualified to attend such a high-level banquet. Some even brought binoculars to see more clearly. The security guards at the venue were used to this kind of commotion every year. They usually ignored the crowd unless someone tried to forcefully enter or sneak in without an invitation.
Suddenly, people saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom arrive and stop in front of the security checkpoint. A middle-aged man and a young woman stepped out of the car and approached the gate.
"Isn’t that Dylan Webb? The chairman of the Webb Group?" someone exclaimed, pointing in excitement.
"Yeah, I saw him in a televised interview once. But who’s the woman beside him?"
"She’s Imogen Webb, his eldest daughter," another answered knowledgeably. "Rumor has it, although Dylan still holds the title of chairman, Imogen is the one actually running the group’s operations."
As Dylan showed his invitation to the staff and walked through the gate with his daughter, a Lamborghini Aventador pulled up next.
Gasps filled the air. "Wow, look at that beauty," someone whispered.
From the sleek red sports car emerged a striking woman in a form-fitting red gown.
"I recognize her—that’s Jessica Saunders, the CEO of Saunders Group!"
"She looks stunning. That dress must be designer," another said, eyes wide.
"Fits her like a second skin," someone murmured.
Jessica, poised and graceful, handed her invitation to the staff and entered. The car drove off to the designated parking area, leaving onlookers in awe.
"Look, two more cars are approaching. I wonder who it might be this time."
"It looks like all the expensive cars will be here today. Aston Martin Rapide and Mercedes-Benz G-Class this time." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Man, you know your cars," someone in the crowd commented.
"I run a few car showrooms," the other replied with a grin.

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