Chapter 405
After all, they were all top figures in the business world.
They wouldn’t show any overt disrespect.
But being completely ignored like this was even more humiliating than direct dismissal or ridicule.
Patrick stood there, his fingers gripping his wine glass so tightly it nearly shattered.
The rest of the Wynn family was facing a similar situation.
Benedict Wynn, much like Patrick, was focused on securing partnerships for the Wynn family, but no one was paying him any attention.
The only one who did speak to him was a portly, balding man whose greasy, leering gaze was fixed on Benedict’s handsome, sculpted face.
He hinted that he could help with a partnership, but Benedict would have to leave with him after the party.
Any adult would understand what that meant.
Benedict nearly threw up!
Since he had started learning to manage the Wynn Group, he had never encountered such depravity or suffered such humiliation.
He was a man!
How could he possibly do something like that?
Naturally, Benedict refused.
The portly middle-aged man sneered. “You want something for nothing? Does a second-rate company like yours think it’s even worthy of my attention p>
The people around them snickered and mocked him.
Benedict clenched and unclenched his fists, struggling to control himself and not cause a scene in such a setting.
As for Logan Wynn p>
The thought of Serena surrounded by Mr. Foster and his circle of top-tier heirs made him sick with envy.
He was determined not to be outdone.
He tried to mingle with a group of elite playboys.
But as soon as he got close, one of the young masters drawled, “Well, well- isn’t it that Wynn kid who couldn’t pay his tab at the club last time? You pay that back yet p>
Logan’s face turned beet red. Amid roars of laughter, he tucked his tail between his legs and slunk away.
Defeated and dejected, the family regrouped.
Patrick’s face was etched with worry. He ran a hand through his hair, hissing in a low voice, “This isn’t working. No one knows us, and no one will talk to us p>
“We have to find Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hayes. Only if we can get their forgiveness and convince them to reinvest will the Wynn Group have a chance to recover p>
He had just searched the entire ballroom, but there was no sign of Mr. Anderson or Mr. Hayes.
“It’s all that jinx’s fault! I knew it! Nothing good ever happens when she’s around!” Marianne Wynn, her face burning with shame, directed all her anger at Serena. he was born
to be our ruin p>
Just a moment ago, she had retreated from a circle of wealthy ladies, running back with her tail between her legs.
She had tried to make an impression on them, only to find she couldn’t get a word in. Worse, several of them kept giving her strange looks, staring at the necklace around her neck.
Although the ladies didn’t say anything, the undisguised contempt and mockery in their eyes p>
They had clearly seen that her necklace was a fake!
She was so sure the knockoff was indistinguishable from the real thing. How could they have spotted it so easily?
Marianne seethed with frustration,
muttering under her breath, “If it
weren’t for that jinx running her
mouth at the entrance, no one would have even noticed my necklace She
did it on purpose. She wanted to see ion
me humiliated p>
Patrick was already annoyed, and now he had to listen to Marianne’s shrill, incessant cursing.
Her words were getting uglier and uglier.
What kind of place was this?
Her ranting would only make them a laughingstock.
“That’s enough!” he growled, glaring at Marianne irritably. “Wasn’t it you who insisted on showing off a fake in a place like this? Do you have any idea who these people are? They have sharp eyes! Anyone camspot something like that! It’s one thing for you to humiliate yourself, but now. you’re dragging the rest of us down with you p>