At Wynterslay Hotel, one of the Frost clan's hotels, something wonderful was happening.
At the largest standalone conference hall, which was used to host conferences, large meetings, parties and galas, there were many media friends busy snapping photos and holding interviews.
There was a long red carpet, a barricade and stern looking bodyguards which separated the media friends from the guests who were making way into the hall.
Cars of all calibers were arriving, and ladies and gentlemen, looking so fine, were alighting.
It was a feast for the eyes.
The media friends were having a frenzy and couldn't stop snapping photos. The smiles on their faces were so wife. It looked like their mouths would split at any second.
"We got lucky this year!"
"Haha, who would have thought that in just one week, we would be rewarded with such good stuff?"
"Can you recognize some of these people?"
"Not all of them, but it doesn't matter. Once we start digging, we will find what we want."
