Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Chapter 223: Falling Out_l

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The wedding three years ago was well-known to all.

Although Radcliffe Group was considered a second-tier enterprise, Quella Radcliffe’s reputation was far from small.

A top student in domestic financial management, hailed as the successor of the Radcliffe Family, Quella Radcliffe unexpectedly married a good-for-nothing.

Many people attended that wedding, with nearly half of Gonzalez City’s dignitaries present.

Being a colleague in the tech industry, Abigail Martin also appeared at the wedding.

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However, having not seen her for three years, he had long forgotten what Quella Radcliffe looked like.

Now meeting again, Quella Radcliffe had become even more beautiful than before, and her demeanor more refined.

“You’d better not pry into my personal life,” Mr. Henry Green said. Quella Radcliffe’s expression darkened, and she spoke somewhat displeased.

“No worries, I was just asking,” Abigail Martin said with a smile before starting to order food from the menu.

However, during this time, he quite obviously began to draw Quella Radcliffe into conversation and chatted with ulterior motives, which were quite clear.

If it weren’t for the consideration of maintaining a facade in the business world, Quella Radcliffe would have really wanted to leave immediately.

But not giving Abigail Martin face in front of so many people, no one knew

whether the Sawyer Group would actually switch partners.

Currently, without an invitation from the Willson Group, there was already a lot of discordant voices within the group.

Many supporters of Zade Radcliffe within the Radcliffe Clan were waiting for an opportunity, hoping to use the overwhelming public pressure to force Quella Radcliffe to step down and for Zade Radcliffe to take back the chairman position.

At such a time, if the Sawyer Group pulled out support, the consequences would be very serious.

After the dishes were served, the wealthy heirs raised their glasses in toast and occasionally came over to the three ladies to offer drinks.

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Quella Radcliffe and Lance Casey could only cope reluctantly, while Olayinka Davenport did not give any face at all, straightforwardly stating she couldn’t drink alcohol.

Although those offering toasts were a bit unhappy, they did not say much.

“Mr. Green, what is that private room above for?”

One of the rich heirs questioned while sipping red wine, pointing at the private room above Twilight Mansion.

Their current location was a silver member exclusive area on the southern side of the first floor lobby, while the north side was the dining area for bronze members.

As for further up, it was unclear.

But there was laughter and chatter above, indicating clearly that there were guests there as well.

“Above is the private room for gold members. I’ve been here to eat with my dad a few times. You wouldn’t believe it, each table is served by three waiters. As long as you give the word, they’ll sort everything out for you in half a minute!” Abigail Martin explained proudly.

His companions looked on with envy, and he felt downright satisfied.

“Mr. Green sure has a lot of experience! Without you bringing us, I’m afraid we brothers would never have been able to come to Twilight Mansion in this lifetime!” another chimed in with flattery.

“Exactly, my family has some money too, but without an introduction, what’s the use of money? It’s Mr. Green who has both wealth and face,” another person added while pointing upwards, and asked again, “Mr. Green, what kind of people can go even higher up?

Only the second floor was visible from the first floor, but looking from the outside, it was known that Twilight Mansion had a total of five floors.

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If the second floor is for gold members, then what about the third floor and above?

“What kind of question is that! Isn’t Mr. Green’s father impressive? He’s close friends with Gonzalez City’s richest man, Ovidiu Cook; even with such a close relationship, they’ve only got the gold membership. If you ask Mr. Green, even he’s not clear!” Xavier Lake interjected with a deflection.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Jett Martin’s relationship, some of them would never have made it inside in their lifetimes.

But thanks to the Ovidiu Cook card, the Sawyer Group’s standing in Gonzalez City’s upper circles was on the rise.

“True, guess only immortals could go up there!” the group speculated noisily.

“I won’t lie, I actually do know!”

Abigail Martin glanced at Quella Radcliffe , showing off somewhat, “Up there are seats exclusively for platinum members, and from what I’ve heard, our entire Gonzalez City doesn’t even have a single platinum member!”

In fact, he had no idea who frequented the upper floors, but with so many people watching, men always want to save face.

His own father was only a gold member, but by saying this, he directly elevated Jett Martin to the top tier of people in Gonzalez City.

“Mr. Henry Green truly knows his stuff! To know even this!”

“I wonder what kind of entrepreneurs are allowed on the third floor!”

Everyone shook their heads and sighed; in their lifetimes, they might not even have a chance at a bronze membership, so how could they dare to think about the people on the third floor?

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“Come! Let’s drink!”

Seeing that the crowd was a bit downcast, Abigail Martin picked up a glass and walked over to Quella Radcliffe, “Miss Radcliffe, let’s have a drink together!”

“Sorry, I’ve already drunk enough today.”

Quella Radcliffe declined outright.

These people had malicious intentions to get them drunk; how could Quella Radcliffe not be aware?

“Miss Radcliffe, this is a bit disappointing!”

“Mr. Henry Green is giving you face, don’t throw that away!”

“Drink up!”

Under the influence of alcohol, these second-generation rich kids began egging her on.

“Miss Radcliffe, as you can see, if you don’t drink this, my buddies here will think you’re looking down on me!”

With a faint blush on his face and a forced smile, Abigail Martin said, “If word of this got out…”

“Enough!”

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Quella Radcliffe abruptly stood up and grabbed her bag, “Thank you, Mr. Henry Green, for your hospitality, but I have something to attend to and must leave now.”

Continuing like this was bound to lead to trouble.

But if she wanted to leave, how could Abigail Martin let her go? With such a good opportunity within reach, could he really let it slip away?

“Stop right there!”

Abigail Martin said sternly, and the young men behind him quickly stood up and surrounded the area.

“What do you think I am? Someone you can summon and dismiss at will? Miss Radcliffe, that seems quite improper!”

He looked at Quella Radcliffe, his gaze suddenly turning a bit chilling.

It’s common knowledge that the Radcliffe Group is unstable and has offended the Golden Eagle Group.

“Please step aside!”

Just as Olayinka Davenport was about to push past the man in front of her, she felt a gust of wind on her face.

Slap!

The man in front of her slapped her, causing Olayinka Davenport’s mouth to bleed, “What are you worth? Can’t handle Miss Radcliffe, can’t I handle you?”

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Seeing as Abigail Martin seemed somewhat displeased, he decided to make an example of the young woman.

Xavier Lake fancied Lance Casey, and Abigail Martin wanted Quella Radcliffe, so that left Olayinka Davenport without any support.

Thus, this loyal crony directly struck Olayinka Davenport.

“What are you doing?! What are you going to do?!”

Seeing Olayinka Davenport being hit, Quella Radcliffe immediately went over to help her up, glaring at the man who hit her: “You even hit a woman, do you still count as a man?”

“Quella, I’m fine, let’s just go!”

Olayinka Davenport, holding her reddened face, wanted to leave quickly.

“Go? Where are you going?”

Abigail Martin slammed his glass down on the table and stood up coldly, “How did you three without membership cards even sneak in? According to the rules of Twilight Mansion, sneaking in without a card means getting a leg broken!”