Some of the workers unloaded the boxes.

After Luther finished reading the list, he looked at a petrified Zion. Smiling, he asked, “Mr. Lloyd, where should I place the presents?”

“Huh?”

Zion came to his senses. Quickly, he said, “Br-bring them in.”

Luther said, “Bring them in.”

Louisa caught on, leading the way. “This way, please.”

Zion followed them.

At the entrance.

Respectfully, Luther said, “Sir, Mr. Caden, is there anything else? Otherwise, I’ll be returning.”

Zane looked at James.

James waved a hand. “There’s nothing else. Go on.”

“Sir.”

Luther looked at Zane, hesitating for a moment. “Sir, everything’s ready for Cynthia. Many VIPs have arrived.”

Zane waved a hand. “Cancel it.”

“Cancel it?” Luther looked helpless and troubled. “Sir, it’s easy for you to say. What should I tell Cynthia?”

Zane thought about it. He had an idea. “Here’s what you’ll do. Get everyone who’s at the party to come here. We’ll have the party here.”

Zane looked at James as he said it.

“James,