Horatio was still in his wheelchair, looking utterly bewildered. "I definitely didn''t open this ce. If I had, do you really think I wouldn''t have told you guys?"


    Everyone''s eyes instinctively shifted to Valerian.


    Valerian quickly waved his hands in denial. "It wasn''t me either. I wouldn''t even know where to begin with a ce like this."


    Zelda and the two brothers turned their questioning gazes towards Monty.


    "Don''t look at me like that! I have nothing to do with this club!" Monty eximed, frowning. He nced over at Zelda. "It couldn''t be you, could it, honey? The little spending money I give you..."


    "In your dreams! The money you give me isn''t even enough for my own expenses!" Zelda shot back, clearly annoyed.


    After her retort, it seemed like a light bulb went off in everyone''s heads simultaneously.


    They all turned to look at Calliope, but their eyes firstnded on her pet, Million, sitting beside her.


    Monty scoffed, "Come on, there''s no way a pet opened this club!"


    Franco, who had been standing by, walked over to Calliope and spoke with exaggerated reverence. "Boss, there''s a big shoting in a few days. He''s specifically asked to see you. Do you want to meet him?"


    "No," Calliope replied, her tone nonchnt.


    Franco nodded and then addressed the group with a smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, this here is the true owner of Pearl Tiger Club. Our boss not only runs this establishment but also a chain of clubs globally. Sure, it might not seem like a huge deal, but we''re talking about an international business."


    "So when you say our boss can''t manage a business, I have to disagree. If she wasn''t capable, our club wouldn''t be doing so well! Oh, and by the way, just this club''s revenue has already surpassed the Jewell Group. So, I must disagree with your assessment."


    Monty and the others were utterly dumbfounded. They had spected about everyone but never imagined Calliope could be the owner.


    It seemed too far-fetched. To them, Calliope had always been a nobody, someone who never achieved anything.


    And now, she was the owner of one of the most exclusive clubs in Capitalton, a ce even they couldn''t easily get into.


    The clientele here were all power


    yers from the political and


    over


    business realms. Rumor had it that the club''s owner was incredibly influential, with connections that spanned the globe. Though mysterious, she was reportedly one of the wealthiest individuals worldwide.


    How could this be possible? The supposed nobody they knew, could she really be this remarkable?


    Monty and his crew forced a smile at Franco. "Franco, you''re joking, right? This is a pretty borate prank."


    "Prank?" Franco chuckled. "Given the circumstances, it''s surprising you still think I''m joking."


    Valerian nced at Calliope, shaking his head. "If you told me anyone else owned this ce, I''d believe it. But Calliope? No way!"


    "Is that so Franco shrugged, eyeing


    the Jewell family. "No wonder the


    Jewell family finds itself in this situation. You can''t even see the


    when it''s right in front of you."


    He looked over at Calliope.


    Calliope simply said, "Franco, you can go. It''s fine. I don''t need them to believe


    anything, nor do I need to prove anything to them."


    She didn''t care one bit what the Jewell family thought of her. Anyway, their opinions didn''t affect her anymore.