"Hmm." Old Mr. Seymour nodded slightly. Just as he turned around, Ethan eagerly pressed the elevator button for him.
He watched Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour enter the elevator and even smiled as he said, "Mom, Dad, give my regards to the hosts."
Even if he couldn't attend the banquet upstairs, it was good that the hosts knew his name, at least it made a bit of an impression.
The elevator door slowly closed, leaving Ethan's sycophantic smile shut outside.
"If he knew that the ninth floor was Charles's engagement banquet, I wonder if he could still smile?" Old Mrs. Seymour snorted coldly, becoming increasingly disapproving of her youngest son.
The Reed Clan mother and son are detestable, perhaps they whispered something in his ear, confusing him.
But, if his mind was firm, would he be so easily influenced?
Oh, the Reed Clan mother and son won't let him get close to Charles, so Ethan just kept his distance, huh?
