For the Lucas father-daughter duo to personally attend his birthday banquet was already a pleasant surprise for Old Eaton. Little did he expect a second surprise to follow closely behind. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, a hand reached out, grabbed the ginseng from the box, and examined it under the light.
“Centennial ginseng? This is good stuff. Let me take a look too,” the speaker was Old Bray.
His sudden action left everyone bewildered. Especially when people around noticed Old Bray’s ordinary shirt and the crooked tie, grabbing something seemingly invaluable only brought him closer to the label of a second-rater.
“How could such a person mingle at the gathering?”
“Yeah, instantly lowering the status of the Eaton family.”
“He’s got some nerve, actually daring to snatch the birthday gift the Nymphscape Group chairman sent to Old Eaton.”
Georgina’s face blushed slightly. It was her oversight; she had only prepared a suit for her father-in-law, forgetting about the shirt underneath. She had to make do with one of her husband’s old shirts, but then Old Bray, feeling hot, took off the suit.
Even the Patek Philippe watch was too heavy for him, so he took it off and tossed it into his pocket. He didn’t mind being looked down upon as a second-rater, but Old Eaton was close to losing his temper.
“Why are you stealing my gift?” Did he not realize that it was Mr. Lucas who sent it? If he wanted one, he should celebrate his own seventieth birthday!
Everyone anticipated Old Bray being scolded by the Lucas family and kicked out of the banquet. Instead, laughter filled the air.
“Well done, it really is centennial ginseng, and has the effects of promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, clearing heat, detoxifying, reducing swelling, and relieving pain.”
“For an old man like you who have three highs, it’s a lifesaver!”
“I am very healthy, okay? Mind your own business. Don’t forget you’re only a few years younger than me.”
Old Eaton reached out to grab it, but Old Bray, like teasing a child, held it high and refused to give it.
The implication was clear: if you want it, come and get it yourself.
As the host of the banquet and a prominent figure, Old Eaton couldn’t possibly make a scene. He could only blush in frustration.
“You old rascal…”
After much thought, he could only come up with one word to describe him – [childish!]
Cheyenne, after hearing Old Bray’s words, brightened up, “Sir, you understand medicine!”
Channing smiled gently and approached Old Bray. “You must be Mr. Devan Bray, right? My apologies, Cheyenne, come over… This is your grandfather’s comrade, you should call him Old Mr. Bray.”
“Old Mr. Bray.” Cheyenne obediently called out.
Old Bray looked Cheyenne up and down, and finally shook his head in amazement.
“You’re Oscar Foley’s granddaughter-in-law? Not bad, not bad, good-looking, young, and promising, really impressive.”
Old Eaton was surprised that his uncouth in-law knew such a big shot, and he felt a hint of admiration.
Old Bray felt even more proud, raising his chin as if he could fly to the sky.
“Now you know I wasn’t lying to you, right? Although I’m picking garbage now, I used to be a big shot.”
“Oh, wait, even if I’m picking garbage now, I’m still a big shot in this field.”
“Yes, yes, you’re the best. But who do you think you are, don’t forget that I’m two years older than you!”
“Two years older, so what? As long as you call me big brother, I’ll immediately help you get a piece of calligraphy from Cheyenne…”
Before the words [do you believe] could be uttered, Old Eaton decisively shouted, “Big Brother.”
“Huh?”
This time Old Bray was caught off guard. Was it really that easy?
Afraid that his benefits might disappear if Old Bray didn’t hear him clearly, Old Eaton shouted several times in a row.
“Big brother, big brother, big brother… Did you hear me clearly?”
Like a parrot.
“I heard you clearly, I only heard it once.”
“Are you bad at math, old man? I clearly called four times just now.”
“Only the first time was at my request, the rest were your free gifts, of course they’re worthless!”
Cheyenne was speechless. “Don’t they need to ask for my opinion?”
Georgina covered her face with her hand. Her father was eighty years old, why did he have no backbone?
Alright, let the two old men play by themselves.
Georgina had something more important to tell Cheyenne. However, just as she was about to speak, a maid rushed in, looking flustered, and whispered something in her ear.
Georgina’s face changed, “What did you say? Injured…”
“Okay, you go down first, I’ll be right there.”
Georgina waved away the maid, then apologized to Cheyenne, “Miss Lawrence, please wait here for me, I have something urgent to deal with.”
“Georgina, if you’re busy, go ahead, I’ll be fine here.”
Her main purpose for coming here today was to find Emelia.
Indeed, she found her sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall.
Georgina smiled apologetically again, “Okay, Miss Lawrence, please wait for me. I have something important to tell you.”
She knew Georgina was Old Eaton’s daughter, but they hadn’t met before. So Cheyenne thought Georgina’s “important matter” at this moment was about suggesting a piece of calligraphy for Old Eaton, something that could wait.
She’d find Emelia first.
On the other side, Emelia noticed Cheyenne’s arrival and hurriedly stood up, picking up her bag.
“Honey, let’s go.”
Marco was exchanging business cards with a wealthy businessman. One benefit of these high society gatherings was the opportunity to expand one’s network.
Since he had come, he couldn’t miss out. Under the pretext of being related to the Eaton family, he befriended many influential figures.
Before he could express his true intentions, Emelia urged him to leave. How could he agree?
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell, or…”
Emelia tightly pursed her lips.
“Yes, I’m feeling a bit unwell. Let’s go quickly.”
But Marco was reluctant to give up this great opportunity. After some thought, he proposed a compromise.
“How about this, I’ll give you the car keys, you can drive back by yourself, and I’ll take a cab later.”
She said she wasn’t feeling well, and Marco still wanted her to drive back alone. What kind of man was he?
“Not feeling well? As it happens, I’m a doctor. Do you need me to take a look? Emelia!”
A cold laugh echoed suddenly.
Emelia stiffened, not daring to lift her head.
She had indeed come for her!