Life at the Top

Henry, who was outside, called out, “Hey!” He immediately pushed open the door when he heard the voice.

“Which idiot is making a ruckus here? Turner family this, Turner family that, what’s the matter? Is the Turner family so great that they can ascend to the heavens?”

Henry’s words drew everyone’s attention in the room.

Hector and Jacob were sitting obediently on the side. A middle-aged man with white hair and a steady presence whom Jasper did not recognize was sitting in the host’s seat. It seemed that the person was Hendrik.

On Hendrik’s left sat a young man in his 30s. He was dressed exquisitely, but obstinance was written all over his face. At this moment, he was staring at Henry with a flash of cold light in his gaze.

This person should be the person from the Turner family who was speaking before.

Upon seeing Henry and Jasper, Hendrik stood up with a smile and said, “Young Master Law and Mr. Laine, you’re here.”

Hendrik walked over as he spoke. He first reached out to Jasper and said, “Mr. Laine, I, Hendrik Combe, actually invited you two to the banquet today to bury the hatchet. I thank Mr. Laine profusely for showing up.”

Jasper shook hands with Hendrik and said coolly, “This banquet that you’ve so meticulously prepared is wonderful, Mr. Combe. Of course, I had to show up.”

were meaningful. Hendrik smiled and pretended that he understood

both of you come here

Erik. He patted Erik on the shoulder affectionately and said, “This is the Turner family’s young master, Erik Turner. Everyone’s part of the same industry here. I’m sure there might even be opportunities for collaboration once we have a chat

Tom, Dick, or

hearing this, Henry immediately narrowed his eyes to reveal an

had always been the one who said such comments to others. Since when was it someone else’s

pretty f*cking insolent?”

indifferently, “Henry Law, don’t think that the Law family is all that great. The person who others respect is Old Master Law, a heroic figure. What does that have anything to

but you’re really taking advantage of their influence after

“F*ck you!”

table on the spot. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Aren’t you still bearing the Turner family’s name when you come out of the house and put on an act? Who do you think you’ll be if you

me. Do it if you have the guts. If I wuss out,

said disdainfully,

one who wants to snatch the Olympic celebration banquet from me? What’s the matter? Do

“I don’t know whether it’s excitement or not. I only heard a mad dog barking