Across the room, a man in his sixties was discussing his rare antique collection as if he were talking about grocery shopping.
"Each one costs millions, of course," the man said casually, sipping his wine. "But true luxury is in the rarity of an item, not just the price."
Zack, overhearing this, had to stop himself from whistling out loud.
Millions.
For a single piece of furniture.
Yeah, this crowd was something else.
But the moment Ethan arrived, the focus shifted entirely to him.
Ethan didn't hesitate.
He walked toward the center of the VIP section, grabbed a champagne flute, and raised it high.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Ethan began, his deep voice carrying easily across the room.
The guests quieted down, eyes now solely on him.
"I want to personally thank each and every one of you for being here today. ATLAS was built with a vision — not just as a resort, but as an escape, a paradise, a world of pure luxury."
He let the words settle, scanning the room.
