Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 77: I’m Here Today to Accompany My Wife to Her Class

A few people recognized the leading man as the legend of Crestwood High back in the day and started whispering.

"Am I seeing things, or is that Silas Sheffield?"

"You’re not mistaken; it really is our high school’s hottest guy, Silas Sheffield!"

"What’s he doing here?"

"Oh my gosh, after all these years, Silas has gotten even more handso. That face, that physique, simply amazing!"

"Ahhh, oh my god, if I had known I’d see my dream guy at the class reunion today, I would have gone full glam. My dream guy is so handso!"

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Clara’s puzzled gaze fell on the school leaders standing behind Silas Sheffield.

These leaders included the president, vice president, and two deans from Crestwood U.

Wasn’t Silas supposed to be parking the car?

Why did he co with the school leaders?

The president bowed and said with a smile, "President Sheffield, please take the head seat at the main table."

As he spoke, he motioned for Silas to sit at the head of the main table.

"Wait a mont." Silas changed direction and walked over to Clara.

Under everyone’s shocked and curious gazes, Silas stopped in front of Clara.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch. "Seven twenty-five, not late."

Clara smiled gently, "You finally made it."

Everyone’s eyes widened in unison.

What’s going on?

Silas and Clara know each other?

Isaac’s expression turned sullen.

He never expected Silas Sheffield to attend this class reunion.

In what capacity did he co?

The next second, Silas gave him the answer.

Silas gently wrapped an arm around Clara’s shoulder. "I’m here today to accompany my wife to the class reunion."

Everyone in the banquet hall froze.

The scene eerily paused, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Nobody could believe their eyes and ears.

Silas actually said Clara was his wife!

Wasn’t Clara’s husband said to be poor and ugly, relying on so old man for support?

How is she now Silas Sheffield’s wife?

Looking at Silas’s suit and then Clara’s attire, everyone suddenly realized they were wearing matching outfits!

Silas’s dark, sharp eyes carried no warmth, exuding an intense pressure.

Isaac stood there stiffly, eyes wide, clutching his fists, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Clara’s husband is Silas Sheffield?

How can that be?

How could Silas ever marry her?

It must be Clara asking Silas to help act as her husband to dispel rumors.

Compared to the shocked crowd, the few school leaders remained calm.

They already knew why Silas was coming here today.

A few days ago, Silas’s assistant had called to inform them.

With one sentence, "Accompanying my wife to the class reunion," Silas shattered the rumors.

He led Clara to sit at the main table.

Many people ca up to chat and curry favor.

In Crestwood, who doesn’t know the Sheffield Family? The top-notch wealthy family, powerful and influential.

If you can establish a connection with the Sheffields, you can thrive anywhere in Crestwood.

"President Sheffield, I used to go to High School as well. I’m your junior, and my family is in the real estate business..."

"President Sheffield, my dad is the chairman of Everise Group. I visited your house with him last ti. Do you rember ?"

"President Sheffield, I went to the sa school too. My brother was your classmate back then..."

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Silas had no interest in socializing with these people and didn’t even bother to respond. "Today, there’s no Sheffield President here, just Clara’s family mber."

Those who approached for connections were montarily stunned.

Knowing it ant he didn’t want to entertain them, they turned away.

A couple who were more socially adept left warmly wishing Silas and Clara a long and loving relationship.

At the main table, Silas and his wife sat at the head seats.

Crestwood U’s school leaders took turns sitting on either side of them.

Isaac could only sit at a lower rank.

At this ti, Clara’s advisor walked in.

Clara’s eyes lit up, and she stood to greet her.

"Mr. Shaw, you’re here."

Sheila Shaw, wearing black-rimd glasses and a slender fra in a dark gray long dress, smiled kindly, "A little delay at ho, but glad I made it."

"Mr. Shaw, co sit over here." Clara led her counselor to the main table.

Sheila Shaw was surprised to see the school leaders there but greeted them warmly.

She hadn’t heard that the president and deans were coming today.

After the greetings, Sheila Shaw sat next to the dean of the College of Communications.

Not far away, Owen Quinlan and Joy Shawn were fuming as they watched the situation at the main table.

Especially Owen; he never imagined Clara would marry into a wealthy family.

He was so angry his face turned green.

Joy’s eyes were stuck on Silas, looking every bit an infatuated fangirl.

That man is so handso, unlike anyone else in the room.

Is he really Clara’s husband?

The little brat is so lucky!

Not only did she marry into wealth, but her husband is also so handso.

How could her life be so great when her husband was rumored to be poor and ugly, supported by an old man?

How did he beco a strikingly handso president?

Lynch Lynch looked at Owen and Joy, sarcastically saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, I think I hear the sound of face-slapping."

Alice Woods and Sharon Shaw fanned the flas alongside her.

"Slap in the face, isn’t it? Spreading rumors that Clara’s husband is ugly, quieted now, huh? Her husband is the president of Sheffield Group, and who are you to bully Mrs. Sheffield?"

"You two are nothing but clownish, such a joke!"

Lynch mimicked Joy’s earlier humiliating tone towards Clara, "You two really dare hold on and not leave, aren’t you embarrassed!"

Owen’s face turned as dark as a pot bottom.

The tide had completely turned; Clara, once mocked by everyone, was now the target of envy, admiration, and flattery.

Clara is Silas Sheffield’s wife, and her friends are Lynch Lynch and others.

Owen and Joy had no choice but to suppress their frustration.

They had already offended Clara, and if they clashed with her friends again, Clara could easily retaliate against them.

In that mont, Owen and Joy, the spiteful couple, shrank away, swallowing their retorts, no matter how others taunted them.

Throughout the banquet, many people approached Silas to toast.

Silas replaced alcohol with water, his deanor indifferent.

These people weren’t qualified to drink with him.

Even when the Crestwood U president toasted, Silas barely sipped.

Silas attended the class reunion for two reasons: to accompany his wife and to support her by clarifying rumors.

Secondly, to signal Clara’s status as Mrs. Sheffield to the students and leaders at Crestwood U, giving fair warning that Clara was not soone to be trifled with.