"Aunt Lisa, you have no idea, those Seymour Corporation board directors are so annoying, chirping away like sparrows. I thought I’d walked into a bird market," Julian Campbell shivered, feigning fear, and pursed his lips.
"Then just wait a while before going in," Sophie Wilson said with a laugh. Actually, she didn’t like such crowded occasions either, and it seed like Old Mr. Seymour didn’t either, hiding away in the room chatting with her father.
"You’re the best, Aunt Lisa." Julian Campbell happily stayed to chat with Sophie Wilson, completely oblivious to his uncle’s increasingly dark expression.
This brat, I really want to give him a good beating.
Charles Seymour was secretly angry.
However, seeing that Sophie Wilson was enjoying chatting with Julian Campbell, he decided to let it go.
Ti passed quickly while they were chatting, and before they knew it, Charles Seymour and the others headed back.
Just as they reached the door, Julian Campbell frowned, grunted, and mumbled softly, "Such bad luck."
"Don’t be upset," Sophie Wilson said with a chuckle, poking Julian Campbell’s arm. It was no wonder he was displeased; even she would feel uncomfortable seeing Jas Reed standing at the entrance.
Especially since Jas Reed, the hypocrite, always did things underhandedly, really making people look down on him.
He was the sort who couldn’t even be bad with any integrity, like a bug in a gutter, biting you when you least expect it. Disgusting.
"Dad, I still don’t want to go in." Jas Reed stood at the door, saying awkwardly, "You can give the gift to Grandpa. After all, today is Grandpa’s birthday, and I don’t want to upset him."
To Sophie Wilson and Julian Campbell, Jas Reed’s words were utterly contemptible.
If he really didn’t want to go in, why co at all?
Couldn’t he just give the gift to Ethan Seymour at ho to bring along?
No, he had to get to the entrance of the banquet hall and then pretend to not want to cause any trouble and stay out.
Isn’t it fake?
Isn’t it disgusting?
"How could that be?" Ethan Seymour was displeased upon hearing this. "Why can’t you go in on your grandpa’s birthday?"
Ethan Seymour’s raised voice caught the attention of quite a few guests, who glanced over from the banquet hall.
Charlotte Reed quietly tugged at Ethan Seymour, whispering, "Keep it down, don’t make a scene."
"Hmph," Ethan Seymour snorted, "What’s to laugh at? If there’s a joke, it’s not on ."
His son so sensible, how could it be a joke on him?
If there’s a joke, it’s on those who are inconsiderate.
"What’s the commotion?" Martin Seymour walked over, frowning and questioning.
Despite approaching seventy, his years in the training camp had ingrained a habit of walking tall and brisk, as healthy as ever.
Seeing his younger brother, Ethan Seymour instinctively shrank back, being ten years younger and always a bit fearful of his brother since childhood.
"Today’s Dad’s birthday banquet, don’t cause trouble," Martin Seymour warned, eyes only on Ethan Seymour, ignoring Jas Reed and Charlotte Reed beside him.
In his eyes, it was as if these two didn’t exist at all.
"Who caused trouble?" Ethan Seymour frowned, reminded of the ti during Charles Seymour’s engagent banquet, thinking his brother was excessively biased. His anger overca his habitual fear.
"What’s wrong with letting Jas go in? Jas is my son too, why can’t he attend Dad’s birthday banquet?" Ethan Seymour questioned.
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