Chapter 405


    Blood rushed to Eric''s face when he heard Will''s curses.


    Wham!


    He grabbed the decanter next to him, tossed it on the floor, and roared, "Damn it! Don''t take it too far,


    Will! I''ve given you enough respect. Are you really going to f*cking go against me for this b*stard?"


    The decanter made of ss shattered into pieces upon contact with the floor and reflected tiny rays of


    cold light as shards of ss scattered everywhere.


    The wine also sttered all over the floor and even sshed on Will and Kingsley!


    As a person who was used to being pandered to, there was no way Will could tolerate this temper.


    He utterly forgot that he was attending Mrs. Hewitt''s birthday party as he kicked a table beside him and


    sent it flying. "Yorkshire, are you asking for a fight?!" he bellowed. "Since you''re being so eager, let''s


    just greet death today!"


    While they were yelling at each other in the lobby, themotion outside soon reached the ears of the


    people in the VIP lounge. The vast and spacious room could amodate dozens of people, and the


    decoration within was minimalistic. Although there were only a few pieces of expensive leather couches


    and a coffee table made out of mahogany, it still looked tastefully ssy—exuding luxury and elegance.


    A couple in their sixties were seated on the main couch. The man wore a tailored ck suit, and not a


    single strand of his silver hair was out of ce. Just one look was enough to tell that he was a person


    of high status.


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    Meanwhile, the olddy was dressed in a red frock with flower prints. Her face was filled with delight,


    and she seemed like a friendly and approachable person.


    They were none other than the hosts of the day—Walter and his wife, Loretta.


    About seven to eight middle-aged men who were in equally elegant and expensive clothing were


    seated on the couches next to them. Those people were none other than the mayor of the city, senior


    provincial governors, and the chairmen of severalrge corporations.


    Heston, the Scarlet Heart Group president, only managed to worm himself a seat from the thirdst


    seat.


    When a provincial governor overheard the ruckus outside, he couldn''t help but voice his displeasure,


    "What''s going on? Is someone causing trouble at Mrs. Hewitt''s birthday banquet?"


    Arnold, the president of the Sunrise Corporation, was seated on the left of Heston when he heard the


    governor and hastily said, "I''m going out to take a look."


    Arnold was only 5''6 in height and was definitely more than 200 lbs. There was no doubt that the man


    was morbidly overweight. So, when he sprang up to his feet in his haste to get the job done, his flesh


    jiggled and wobbled, and he looked very clumsy.


    Heston cackled at the sight of the rotund man trying to earn the governor''s favor. Then, he rose to his


    feet and offered, "Forget it. Let me take a look since it''s rather inconvenient for you to move around, Mr.


    Yorkshire." It was clear he wasn''t going to take no for an answer as he was already pacing toward the


    door.


    Arnold chuckled sheepishly and could only reply in gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Maslow."


    When Heston arrived at the entrance, he saw that everyone in the lobby was gathered in a corner,


    watching the show. But they were also blocking his way through. As a result, he couldn''t help but frown


    as he couldn''t get a clear sight of the heart of themotion.


    Therefore, he beckoned to a waiter and asked, "What''s happening over there?"


    The waiter was aware that the guests in attendance today were affluent and highly influential in Diosna.


    So, he didn''t hesitate in responding to Heston''s demand as he spoke politely, "It seems like the young


    masters of the Scarlet Heart Group and the Sunrise Corporation are in an argument…"


    The frown on Heston''s face deepened. "Damn it, what is Will up to?" he muttered to himself under his


    breath. "Doesn''t he know what kind of asion this is? Why did he pick a fight with that vermin, Eric


    Yorkshire?"


    Just as he was about to march over and lecture them, he came to an abrupt stop in his tracks.


    He knew his son; after the incident with Coliree Group, Will had matured and became more


    dependable. So, why would he recklessly start a fight at Loretta''s banquet, no less?


    With this thought in mind, he asked the waiter again, "Why are they fighting?"


    "Well… I''m not sure, either," the waiter answered apologetically, hanging his head. "I only heard Mr.


    Yorkshire demanding an apology from a man named Nicholson, forcing that man to beg for his


    forgiveness on his knees…"


    "N-Nicholson?!"