Chapter 759


    Katie was well aware of how to be charming in front of her elders. She immediately put on a cute and


    charming expression, saying, "Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, hello. Thank you foring."


    She gazed at the gift from Mrs. Maskelyne, a limited-edition piece of jewelry by X. She felt ted


    inside, having received two sets today. With a bright smile, she continued, "Thank you for the gifts; I


    really like them."


    Mr. Mcguire had heard that Alondra had gone out to invite guests. He initially thought that Alondra''s


    acquaintances would mostly be colleagues from her hospital or at most some hospital administrators.


    He never expected that the guests who arrived were none other than Tyrell Maskelyne and his wife.


    This brought him some relief, and he weed them, saying, "Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, it''s


    been a long time."


    Tyrell held a ck cat in his arms, the cat''s eerie green eyes exuding an inexplicable sense of


    eeriness. Several timid individuals didn''t dare to look at him. Instead, they chose to selectively ignore


    the strange ck cat in his arms.


    Tyrell replied nonchntly, "Politeness is not necessary."


    Mr. Mcguire smiled and introduced them to everyone. "I assume that many of you might not be familiar


    with Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne. They are the founders of the renowned Maskelyne Research Laboratory,


    one of the most prestigiousboratories internationally. Even my sister, Alondra, takes pride in studying


    at the Maskelyne Research Laboratory."


    Alondra held a unique position in the country''s medical field, making influential figures eager to befriend


    her. Consequently, Alondra invited many guests who were high-profile patients she had sessfully


    treated.


    Upon hearing Mr. Mcguire''s introduction, the attendees engaged in conversation and exchanged


    pleasantries with the Maskelyne couple.


    "Mr. Maskelyne, your demeanor is truly outstanding. I''ve heard that the Maskelyne Research


    Laboratory is researching drugs to treat cancer. I wonder if it''s true?" someone in the crowd inquired.


    Mrs. Maskelyne replied with a calm demeanor, "Indeed, we are researching drugs in that area.


    Currently, we are in the experimental phase, and if the results turn out as expected, they should be


    made avable for use in major hospitals."


    Upon hearing this, the guests reacted with astonishment, and Alondra''s face disyed a hint of


    radiance. "I''m fortunate to have the opportunity to participate in the joint research. Thank you, Mr. and


    Mrs. Maskelyne, for this chance."


    "Wow! That''s truly impressive!"


    "I never expected the Maskelyne Research Laboratory to be so powerful."


    "That''s right!"


    "Alondra, your medical skills are exceptional. If this research seeds, it will be a significant


    contribution to humanity!"


    The guests who were initially disappointed for not attending the Wright family event found some sce.


    Building good rtions with the owners of these researchbs could ensure ess to top-grade


    medications in the future, as long as they were willing to pay. After all, who could say no to money?


    Especially those who weren''t in the best of health immediately started to discuss the cost of


    maintaining such aboratory. Tyrell''s countenance darkened, and he responded, "Indeed, we require


    a substantial capital flow. While we have received some support from Aettosa, the main source of


    funding is something we must handle ourselves."


    "You are truly magnificent, making a significant contribution to the progress of society and the


    development of humanity, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne," someone praised, leading to enthusiastic


    admiration.


    Tyrell and his wife''s main purpose for attending was not merely a social gathering but rather to seek


    investments and financial gains.


    Encouraging these wealthy guests to open their wallets was a skill that Mr. and Mrs. Tyrell excelled at.


    As long as they maintained the right level of prestige, these well-off individuals would willingly


    contribute.


    After a fulfilling dinner, Tyrell discreetly nced at Mrs. Maskelyne. The couple rose from their seats,


    and Mr. Mcguire personally escorted them to the door, disying the utmost respect and reverence.


    "Thank you foring," he said with formality.


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    "Please, do not trouble yourselves to see us off," Tyrell replied.


    As they parted ways, he added, "We look forward to future interactions."


    At that moment, the event next door at the Wright family gathering also concluded, and the Wrights


    were seen bidding farewell to their guests.


    Tyrell raised his cold gaze and caught sight of a familiar figure. He observed her with a cold and


    watchful eye.


    Mrs. Maskelyne followed her husband''s line of sight and frowned when she recognized the woman.


    She replied harshly, "Franklin, what are you doing here?"


    "Are you suggesting that you cane, but we can''t?" Franklin''s voice was icy and unapologetic.


    Mrs. Maskelyne turned to face a captivating woman whose exquisite profile, coldly sculpted jawline,


    and exceptional poisemanded attention, even when she was looking down at her phone.


    It was Sylvia, once again.


    Sylvia!


    Mrs. Maskelyne red at Sylvia, her voice dripping with condescension as she sneered, "I won''t


    associate with your kind."


    Her tone reeked of haughty superiority.


    This audacity and arrogance made Arian, who was just about to leave, pause in confusion. Someone


    dared to speak to Sylvia in such a high-handed and arrogant manner?


    ke, already outside the door, saw Arian halt and turned back to investigate the situation.


    "What is this, a witch straight out of Snow White? Who is she?" ke voiced his annoyance with a


    frustrated frown.


    Despite her unique and attractive features, Mrs. Maskelyne''s nose had a particr curvature that some


    might describe as distinctive, while others less kindly might call it a "witch''s nose."


    "You...," Mrs. Maskelyne retorted to ke''s taunt. "Where did youe from? Do you even know who I


    am?"


    "I have no idea who you are," ke, handsome and charming, replied with irritation. "But if you dare to


    bully our Sylvia, you might as well be a witch."


    At that moment, Franklin approached Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne, exuding an icy aura that sent shivers


    down everyone''s spines. His handsome face was etched with displeasure.


    "Even though you are my adoptive parents, you cannot treat my woman so rudely," he dered,


    positioning himself protectively in front of Sylvia.


    While Franklin had been subject to Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne''s authority in the past, that dynamic had


    changed. He was now unburdened by their influence.


    "If you have any grievances,e at me," he dered. "Come at me!"


    "Come at you?" Tyrell''s eyes shed with malice. "Very well, hand over Maskelyne Group and


    SouthStar Airlines."


    Their confrontation left the entire audience stunned, with wide-eyed onlookers struggling to


    Had the father and son just torn their rtionship apart?


    Wait, did they say "adoptive parents"?


    Wasn''t Franklin a member of the Maskelyne family?


    The thought of Maskelyne Group falling into the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Tyrell was nothing short of


    catastrophic. The couple had always been consumed by their research and had no aptitude for


    business. The old Maskelyne had chosen to entrust the future of Maskelyne Group to Franklin, his


    adopted grandson, for good reason.


    Over the years, Tyrell and his wife had consistently attempted to wrest control of Maskelyne Group,


    even trying to ruin Franklin, yet they had never seeded.


    Sylvia had seen through the true nature of these malevolent couple long ago.


    "Let''s go," she said.


    Franklin nodded, extending hisrge hand to sp Sylvia''s. Her hand was soft, and its touch brought


    calm to his once-turbulent emotions.


    Tyrell lightly stroked the head of the ck cat nestled in his arms, casually asking, "Well, don''t you


    want to know about your biological parents?"


    Franklin paused, his tall figure briefly stiffening. He didn''t turn around, but his voice carried a profound


    silence and an irresistible force.


    "If my biological parents want to find me, they''ll find me. If I want to find them, I''ll find them on my own.


    No need for your concern."


    He didn''t know who his biological parents were, and he had no interest in seeking them out. His


    rtionship with them had been severed from the moment they had abandoned him. Forcibly mending


    that rtionship held little meaning.


    Being with Sylvia, working with MI6, and staying connected to Maskelyne Group and SouthStar Airlines


    was all he needed.


    "This is an heirloom from your mother. Are you sure you don''t want it?" Mrs. Maskelyne produced a red


    brocade pouch seemingly from thin air and waved it enticingly in front of Franklin.


    Sylvia frowned at the couple''s relentless maniptions. It seemed that they would go to any length to


    keep control over Franklin, even resorting to using heirlooms as leverage.


    Clearly, their goal was to regain control over Franklin.


    However, Franklin remained resolute and shook his head. "I don''t want it. What use do I have for


    something left behind by a woman who abandoned me?"


    "How heartless you are!" Mrs. Maskelyne clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "Since you don''t want it, I


    might as well burn it."


    Franklin''s expression betrayed a hidden determination as he raised an eyebrow in disdain. "Feel free."


    Mrs. Maskelyne, growing increasingly frustrated, promptly instructed a waiter. "Get me a lighter."


    She couldn''t believe that Franklin would remain unperturbed if she really set the heirloom ame.


    Just as the mes were about to touch the red brocade pouch, a swift figure moved like lightning,


    Mrs. Maskelyne deftly evaded the attack, and the next moment, the two were locked in a fierce


    struggle. They sparred vigorously, each refusing to yield.


    As the onlookers gaped in astonishment at this bewildering spectacle, suddenly, a resounding thud


    echoed through the air!


    Mrs. Maskelyne''s body followed a parabolic path andnded heavily, sshing into the central water


    feature in the hotel''s lobby. This was a prosperity pond adorned with several Koi fish swimming


    gracefully.


    She emerged from the water, furious and soaked, only to find Sylvia holding up the red brocade pouch,


    arching an eyebrow mockingly at her.