Chapter 797
If Mira played the saint and agreed, they would undoubtedly use it to manipulate her later.
She turned her gaze to her uncle. “Do you agree with her p>
“Those were Gwen’s words. She dragged me over here p>
Sebastian, at least, still cared about his dignity.
“Then Gwen should save her breath,” Mira replied smoothly. “We don’t associate with malicious people p>
“Excuse me? Who are you calling malicious?” Gwen snapped.
“Whoever answers to it p>
Mira smiled as she said it.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Sebastian practically dragged Gwen away, desperate to defuse the situation.
Owen had been speaking with Hank when he turned and caught the tail end of the exchange.
He looked at Mira. “Was it a bit harsh to speak to them like that p>
With so many people watching, they were still her aunt and uncle, after all.
“If I didn’t drive them away, was I supposed to let them stand there and disgust me p>
Mira shot Owen a glare, annoyed.
Owen chuckled, his eyes brimming with absolute indulgence. “Fair enough, my lady.
If something like this happens again, don’t even bother stepping up. Let me handle it for you, alright p>
Mira couldn’t be bothered to argue over his cheesy titles. “Fine, no problem p>
“I think I heard somewhere that Sebastian saved your life when you were a kid p>
“There’s no need to let that hold us back. We’ll handle business as usual.
As for that life debt, they are two separate things. I will repay him for it eventually.” Back at her table, Gwen furiously smashed a glass. “Arrogant and utterly classless! Sebastian, this is the niece you’ve always treated like your own daughter?
If it weren’t for you, she would have died as a child! Does she think she’d still be breathing today p>
“Keep your voice down. Are you going to hold that tiny favor over her head forever?” Sebastian glanced around nervously and scolded her in a low whisper.
“If you keep nagging, I’m taking you home right now p>
Gwen was boiling with rage, but knowing she couldn’t win an argument against her husband right now, she finally shut her mouth.
Across the room, Jude and Charles
Vance were already in four moods
fully aware that a crowd of investors was watching their every move.
Jude gritted his teeth. He
remembered his grandfather’s advice you fall, you get right back if
up. You can lose the battle, but you can’t lose your composure
He couldn’t let anyone see him lose his cool.
Quickly, Jude forced a polite smile and nudged Charles. “Since these gentlemen are so confident in us, we might as well allocate some funds to them. Consider it testing the waters here in the mainland p>
Charles caught on immediately. “Of course. Submit your company profiles, and I’ll have my team review them p>
Just as expected, the crowd began to fawn over them again, scrambling to have their assistants prepare the paperwork.
Whether or not the investment would actually happen was entirely up to their mood p>
After pacifying the executives who had previously acted as their vanguard, Jude and his group decided it was time to leave.
They had arrived in high spirits and were leaving in defeat, but a loss was a loss. Struggling further would only look pathetic.
Jude walked over to Owen.
“I yield to you p>
He showed no signs of explosive anger, maintaining a measured elegance.
“You truly live up to the title of the Dark King of Aethelgard. I admit, I severely underestimated you today.
I hope we have the chance to cross paths again p>
Charles was much more direct. He stepped forward and shook Owen’s hand. “Compared to Lawrence, I’d much rather make friends with you p>
Owen offered a polite smile and gave a slight nod, saying nothing.
With that, the Vance group exited the banquet.
“Why did he call you the Dark King of Aethelgard p>
Mira looked up at Owen, her eyes sparkling with intense curiosity.
“It’s just a ridiculous nickname people throw around. Nothing worth mentioning.
You already know exactly what I’m capable of, don’t you p>