The crowd wore expressions as if they had stumbled upon a juicy piece of gossip.
Not hungry, not thirsty, or tired anymore, they widened their eyes, afraid of missing anything.
Mr. Sutton's face looked a bit unsightly; he hadn't expected Simon Storm to attend such an occasion, nor had he expected Quiana Sutton to show up at his birthday banquet as though nothing had happened.
He gave a slight signal, which Charlotte Sutton immediately understood, and she nervously stepped forward and called out:
"Uncle——"
She thought Simon Storm, in front of so many people, surely wouldn't embarrass Grandpa. Little did she know she was completely wrong. Simon Storm, who appeared gentle, was actually quite cold by nature and gave her no face:
"Don't call me that—a please! I'm not your uncle!"
The crowd: "???"
Mr. Sutton's face worsened, and seeing the commotion around him, he had no choice but to speak: "Today is my birthday banquet; all matters can wait until after the banquet."
