Maxwell looked at Brucille incredulously. How dare such a small fry talk to Carlos like that?
Standing next to Maxwell, Martin fiercely whispered, “Brucille, are you crazy? Do you know who you are talking to? Are you out of your mind?”
After that, he glanced at Tyrion, “Tyrion, your son-in-law is really something else! Why don’t you take him away now? We’ll talk about it later when we get home. Sabrina, why are you still sitting there? Don’t you think that we have been embarrassed enough?”
Martin was blatantly rude to his younger sister and brother-in-law.
Although Brucille was suddenly the center of attention in the whole room, he remained calm.
Their family dinner was already in shambles, which made Sabrina feel even more regretful. She was about to get up.
However, Brucille told her, “Mom, if I say I’m not leaving, then I won’t leave. If I have to mind other people’s feelings just for dinner, what’s the point of living?”
“Speaking of which, even if we ought to consider other people’s feelings, the person has to be worthy,” he added.
His words sent Maxwell and Martin into a greater shock. Was Pedro’s and Carlos’ status not worthy enough for the lowly Brucille?
Sabrina was both mentally and physically exhausted. If the same thing happened in the past, she would have definitely reprimanded her son-in-law angrily.
But Brucille was no longer the same. He was no longer weak and easily bullied.
Carlos, on the other hand, was put into a difficult, embarrassing position. If he knew that Brucille was in the room, he definitely would not have entered.
Just then, Pedro entered the mess. When he stepped into the room, he saw the tense situation and of course, he saw Brucille.
With a smile on his face, Maxwell approached Pedro, saying softly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ann. We have agreed and they will leave soon.”
Carlos, on the other hand, was silent. All he did was smile sheepishly.
Maxwell shot Martin a domineering glance, which Martin promptly conveyed to Frank. The two of them went to Brucille’s side and were ready to carry him out.
However, Brucille shrugged his shoulders, pushing them away and walking right up to Pedro.
“Pedro, we meet again.”
Pedro could roughly gauge what was going on. Immediately, he beamed at Brucille. “It’s my pleasure to see you again, Brucille.”
“It’s a shame that this is an unfortunate meeting, but your reputation really precedes you. Ordinary people like us need to consider your feelings to enjoy a simple dinner,” Brucille complained.
Instantly, the expression on Pedro’s face turned dark. Turning to Carlos, he reprimanded, “Carlos, I’m surprised with the way you are handling this. Brucille is my lifesaver; if you chase him away, how can I ever face him again?”
“Maxwell, let’s talk about our cooperation some other time. After all, the Sky Tech Group is just about to be listed. At this critical time, our collaboration may be a little too rushed,” Pedro decided.
Ignoring the expression on Carlos’ and Maxwell’s faces, he apologized to Brucille amicably, “I’m really sorry about what just happened. I’ll make a reservation another day for all of you as a token of apology. This is on me today.”
Despite Frank’s initial intention to get closer with the old chairman, Pedro wouldn’t even take a look at him. In the end, Pedro left in a hurry with his group of men.
At that moment, Martin felt extremely torn. He did not expect Pedro to be so polite to Brucille. Brucille even referred to Pedro by his first name, as if they had been friends for a long time.
On the other hand, Frank was utterly dejected. Earlier, he had scolded Brucille harshly as he did not expect him to know the founder of the company.
Meanwhile, Pollard was pleased deep inside of him. He could almost hear the sound of Frank being slapped. He had experienced that feeling before, but on that day Frank had been defeated in an extraordinary manner.
Therefore, he rose to his feet and suggested, “Uncle Martin and Frank, since they have left, let’s continue our dinner. Right, Mom?”
Sabrina was still struggling to process the events. When she heard Pollard, she immediately agreed, “Yes, of course. Martin, let’s sit down and eat.”
The atmosphere was subtly different than before. Haward picked up his wine glass and quickly walked over to Brucille.
“Brucille, I’d like to propose a toast to you. Since you are acquainted with Mr. Ann, I hope you can put in a good word for me so that I’ll get a promotion in the future.”
Haward’s flattery was just too obvious. Nevertheless, Brucille clinked his glass to Haward’s, agreeing, “Okay, we are all family. Anyone who doesn’t look down on me is my brother. Let’s toast!”
Frank wanted to build a good relationship with him too, but he could not bring himself to do so at that point. If he could get to know the big shots, his future would be immensely bright.
The dinner ended in an inexplicably awkward manner. Nevertheless, Brucille’s image had been completely rewritten.
Not only that, his standing in the Ching Family had improved significantly.
Seeing that Brucille was unhappy when he walked out of the hotel, Tyrion comforted him, “Brucille, those people are snobbish, so don’t take it personally. You will get used to it soon. Rich people always look down on others.”
“Dad, I understand. You can be rest assured that this will not happen in future again,” Brucille replied firmly.
Although dinner had ended, a nightmare had just begun for Maxwell. After all, he wanted to persuade Pedro to invest in his industrial park during dinner as the Sky Tech Group’s industrial park was about to be launched.
However, because of Brucille, there was a wrench in his plans.
Just like that, he lost tens of millions of earnings. It was equivalent to losing a limb.
Because of Pedro’s departure, the original large-scale banquet became a small-scale dinner. After sending off all the guests, Maxwell’s driver sent him to a nearby club.
As Maxwell immersed himself in the hot spring, his assistant Morgan Hwang asked “Mr. Wu, I have investigated the background of the young man. He is Tyrion’s son-in-law. He hasn’t been working for about two years since he got married and just lives off his wife.”
Maxwell’s brows furrowed tightly. “How can a person who lives off a woman be acquainted with Pedro? Pedro said that he was his lifesaver. How did that come to be?”
“I specifically asked Donald about this matter. When Pedro was admitted for an emergency, it was Brucille who saved him. However, Donald claimed that that was just a fluke,” Morgan replied.
“No matter what, we can’t let this go easily. Otherwise, how can we make up for our losses?”
As Maxwell closed his eyes and lay down, Morgan asked softly with an evil sneer, “Calm down and relax, Mr. Wu. I’ll find someone to teach him a lesson. I promise when he sees you next time, he will stay away.”
Maxwell remained silent, but he gestured for him to leave.
After leaving the club, Morgan got into the black car. Upon making a phone call, he drove away.