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.”

words were meaningful. Hendrik smiled and pretended that he understood

Laine, Mr. Law, both of you come here and quickly have a

have a seat, Hendrik approached 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

sneered and said, “Not every Tom, Dick, or Harry deserves to have a meal

Henry immediately narrowed his eyes to

had always been the one who said such comments to others. Since when

insolent?” Henry

Law, don’t think that the Law family is all that great. The

of the day, the Law family only has some power in Harbor City, but you’re really taking advantage of their influence after coming to Swallow Capital. Who the hell do you think you are,

“F*ck you!”

Aren’t you still bearing the Turner family’s name when you come out

you, a son of a b*tch, to tell me. Do it if you have the

and said disdainfully,

even glancing at the fuming Henry, “Are you the one who wants to snatch the Olympic celebration banquet from me?

it’s excitement or not. I only heard a mad dog