The Slumdog Billionaire

76. Fake Gold

Chapter Seventy Six

Damon’s wife turned her nose up in disgust, her lip curling as she caught sight of the tag on the clay pot. “Charlie’s name,” she muttered, her voice filled with disdain. “I’m not surprised.” She raised her voice so the entire room could hear, her tone dripping with condescension.

“If you can’t afford a proper gift, kindly don’t bring any gift at all,” she sneered, rolling her eyes before tossing the pot aside.

Alexander’s face lit up with renewed purpose, spotting his chance to get back at Henry for his earlier embarrassment.

He stepped forward, crossing his arms and smirking. “I knew it. How stupid and insulting to bring a toy clay pot to a prestigious gathering like this,” he jeered, his laughter sharp and mocking.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Henry.” Alexander’s laugh grew louder, feeding off the gasps and curious murmurs of the crowd.

Damon’s wife, feeling her own irritation rise, picked up the pot again, glaring at it as if it had personally of