Scarlet and Londyn exchanged glances, stunned by this unexpected rule. Londyn felt somewhat indignant, but at that moment, Basil discreetly shook his head at her. Better to avoid making a scene. She sighed and stood up: "Fine, let's change seats." Patrick grinned triumphantly: "Ah, you do have discernment after all." Not far away, Wilfred and Calliope, the heads of the Edwards family, watched this unfold. Seeing the Basil family humbled and forced to relinquish their seats, they felt a surge of schadenfreude. "Being ousted from the Edwards family inevitably leads to such humiliation." Wilfred laughed boisterously. Others looked at the Basil family as if they were stray dogs and joined in the laughter. Ceridwen and Jerome particularly glanced at their purple cards, feeling immensely self-satisfied. But at that very moment, Ethan returned, London in tow. Upon seeing that the Londyn family had moved, he furrowed his brows: "What happened?" Patrick looked up and sneered: "Birds of
Calliope, with a silence that was louder than any words, observed the gathering. After a long, contemplative pause, she uttered with conviction: "It has to be Ethan's doing once again!" Wilfred's disbelief was palpable: "Hadn’t the three great families already greeted Mr. Thompson? Ethan should be devoid of any support." "Could it be that they failed? Did Mr. Thompson not give them the respect they sought?" After deep reflection, Calliope softly suggested: "All we can do is wait till the feast concludes and verify for ourselves." "That's unacceptable! We need to align ourselves with the three great families!" "In any case, Ethan must pay for this audacity today." Before the grand feast began, there was a relaxed moment allowing mingling. Guests dispersed, pouring drinks and forging new connections. Ethan was among them. Soon, he encountered a familiar visage: Trương Bạo Phú. The sight of Ethan caused a vice-like tightening in Trương’s heart. He still vividly remembered a past a
“Wait!” The lady in the floral dress, seeing Ethan's intention to depart, reached out and pulled him back. After the incident in the infirmary, she had pleaded with Basil for a long time before he reluctantly revealed Ethan's name. However, Basil mentioned that whether Ethan would help or not was his decision, advising her to approach Ethan directly. During tonight's celebration, she had spotted Ethan from afar and upon closer look, her heart leaped in joy at the confirmation. Now she was almost certain that only with Ethan's aid would her dear Frederick have a sliver of hope. Thus, she was determined not to let this chance slip away. "Ethan, I'm sorry. The other day, I misunderstood you." she began, her voice tinged with both regret and urgency. "I know you might still be angry, and that's why I've been seeking an opportunity to formally apologize to you." she continued earnestly. "Whether you forgive me or not, I hope you could help me just this once. Only you can save my grandfa
After the small, tumultuous drama had passed, the spotlight shifted back to London and Basil. The three girls named Londyn had vanished without a trace. As for Farah, Ethan had merely left his contact information; further conversations could wait. Shortly afterward, the ball came to its inevitable conclusion. Philip, sitting in the seat of honor, uttered: "It's almost time." Philip, Steve, and Harvey exchanged glances. All three sensed that the grand finale of this momentous gathering was about to unfold. They turned their heads and found her: the hostess of the Edwards family, Calliope. When Calliope clarified her intentions, the Edwards family had already planned to confront Ethan, inquiring if the trio had greeted Mr. Thompson. Philip's expression slightly contorted, revealing a hint of discomfort, murmured: "Our initial plan faced some... complications.” “Now, the three of us intend to personally seek Kenneth for clarity.” Steadfast and resolute, Calliope boldly proposed: "
Should Kenneth turn his back, it is only natural for Steve to seek the alliance of other powerful entities, among which the Smith family stands as a formidable force. "Our four great families have had numerous dealings with the Smith lineage." a voice, dripping with pride, proclaimed. "Now, as we face this upstart, should the Smiths lend their support, all future ventures will see the Smiths favored above all by our four great families." As these words were spoken, the faces of Steve, Philip, and Calliope radiated an arrogance only those of solid lineage could muster. Yet, to everyone's astonishment, Grainne did not acknowledge them. Instead, she gracefully moved towards Ethan. "Ethan, it's been a while. I hadn't realized you were here today. I hope you'll forgive my tardiness in greeting you." Steve: "..." Philip: "..." Calliope: "..." The room seemed to freeze, as if they had seen a ghost. For Grainne, with her humble posture and almost sycophantic demeanor, was the heires
Inside the study, only three figures remained: Ethan, Kenneth, and Benson. An eerie silence enveloped the room. "Young Master Ethan, allow me to introduce you to my esteemed elder brother, Benson." Kenneth began, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I believe you might have heard tales of Benson's prowess. Even figures of Samuel's stature bow to him." "I suggest you address him as Elder Brother Allen. If he's my elder brother, then he's yours as well." "From this day forth, we are bound as brothers. What say you?" Kenneth sat on a modest sofa, while Benson occupied the grandest seat in the study. His gaze scrutinized Ethan, as if trying to peer into the depths of his soul. Yet, Ethan remained unfazed, his nonchalance slightly irking Kenneth. The man spoke again: "Those fools from the four major families dared to cause trouble on my turf today. Truly, they have a death wish." "If it weren't for Elder Brother Allen's timely arrival, I fear we wouldn't have been able to clean up the mes
"Ha ha, you crippled my son, and Kenneth still defends you?" he sneered: "Then your daughter will pay for your sins!" Within moments, he was on the phone, ordering an investigation into the school the young girl attended. In the days that followed, Londyn established her own company. The newly formed enterprise kept her and Scarlet incredibly busy. In contrast, Ethan remained leisurely, uninvolved in the company's affairs, content in his roles as a doting uncle and occasional chauffeur. Londyn's bond with the young hunting dog grew stronger each day. The pup had grown significantly, almost indistinguishable from a full-grown hound. As dusk settled, Basil prepared a lavish dinner as always. On most days, the rotund man managed household affairs. Truly, Basil was the epitome of a perfect family man. The dog, spotting Ethan's family returning, wagged its tail excitedly in greeting. "Rowan!" Londyn exclaimed, rushing to play with the dog. Basil chuckled: "You two have been busy a
Seated comfortably, Manager Steven greeted Ethan with a smile, glancing over the loan documents. "Why didn't Director Edwards come in person today?" Steven's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Ethan calmly responded: "She's quite busy. I'm her assistant." "I see the terms have been discussed, so why hasn't the loan been processed?" Adjusting his glasses, Steven's tone grew serious: "Tell me the truth." "After our internal deliberations, we've concluded that the future prospects of your company seem rather bleak." Manager Steven began, his voice dripping with condescension: "Therefore, the fifty-million loan might not be feasible." Ethan's brows furrowed in confusion: "Not feasible? Why weren't we informed earlier?" Having discussed terms nearly a month ago, this sudden withdrawal was perplexing. How were they supposed to manage their company's finances? If they had been informed earlier, they could've approached another bank. Steven, sensing Ethan's growing frustration, smirked: