Chapter 330


    Ethan had met Curt Benton on a hike five years ago.


    At the time, Curt had a sudden stroke halfway up the mountain, and it was Ethan who carried him down


    the trail and drove him to the nearest hospital.


    Since then, the two had kept in touch, and soon realized that they had a lot inmon. Needless to


    say, they had be very good friends.


    Curt was also among the few who knew Ethan’s real identity as Brandon Larson. He had been doing


    business for decades, after all, and was quite well-informed about the business of his peers, both


    public and private.


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    Ethan reached out and shook hands with his old friend. “I’m here for my grandmother’s birthday party.”


    He winked at Curt then, silently telling thetter not to say anything regarding Brandon Larson.


    Being a shrewd man, Curt instantly understood the subtle message. He refrained from asking more


    questions and just said, “I haven’t seen you for a long time, you brat!”


    He hobbled closer to Ethan and nced at the wine spilled on the floor. “Find a servant to clean this


    up, or it might ruin Mr. Lester’s shoes.”


    Curt’s assistant nodded and waved a staff over to ry the instructions.


    “Now,” Curt said, turning to Ethan. “Let’s go and talk about the good old days. You brat, did you ever


    realize we haven’t spoken in over half a year? Are you avoiding me because I’m too old to be doing


    what you cool young ones are into these days? Anyway, do you remember those stocks that you said


    had huge potential? Well, I bought a bunch and ended up making a lot of profit.” The man who was


    always aloof and distant to others was now gushing like a teenager.


    Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle. “All right, all right. Let’s sit over there and catch up.”


    It was all the encouragement Curt needed. He grabbed the younger man’s hand and guided him over


    to a nearby table.


    Ritchie and his goons watched it all unfold, dumbfounded at what they were seeing. They couldn’t do


    anything about it, though; they didn’t want to make a fuss and paint themselves in a bad light. Still, they


    would pause and stare at Curt and Ethan every so often.


    After all, a good number of the guests hade for a chance opportunity to make Curt’s acquaintance.


    Who would have thought that Ethan was actually good friends with the man?


    “What the hell is going on here?” Ritchie asked his assistant through gritted teeth. “Why would that


    punk know someone like Curt Benton?”


    But his employee was just as clueless as everyone else. “I know, right? And they seem to be close,


    too.”


    Ritchie whacked him at the back of the head. “I see that, you idiot. I’m not blind! I’m asking you how it


    came about!”


    Meanwhile, Kaya was still pestering J and was about to say something when she caught sight of


    Ethan and Curt chatting jovially to one side. She gasped, her eyes wide as saucers. “Your husband


    knows Mr. Benton?”


    “I’m not entirely sure…” J said tentatively. Though she looked calm, she was also confused.


    She didn’t really know who Curt Benton was, but judging by everybody’s reaction, she surmised that he


    must be someone important. In any case, this was probably for the best. Surely, with Curt Benton on


    their side, no one would dare to bully them anymore.


    Kaya’s jaw dropped. She had just mocked J for marrying a loser, yet that exact same man was


    now speaking with the most prestigious guest at the party. She flushed with embarrassment and let go


    of J’s hand like it was a lump of hot coal.


    The event officially began shortly after, and the guests were asked to be seated. One by one,


    delectable dishes were brought out and served.


    J sat next to Ethan, of course, with Curt on his other side. The two men were still deep in


    conversation, though Ethan made a point of holding J’s hand under the table.


    Left with nothing better to do, J began to eat.


    Now and then, she would catch words about their discussion, which seemed to revolve around stocks


    and the stock market. Once or twice, she heard mention of the Wall Street. They asionally switched


    to French, to J’s utter surprise. From what she could tell, Ethan was very fluent at thenguage.


    The rest of their dialogue didn’t concern J, so she decided to focus on her dinner and let them do


    their thing.