Chapter 200 Who Introduces Who
“Who is that person? How come they’re walking with Old Mr. Caulder and even sitting at the head table?”
“I just saw him at the door earlier. His son seems quite impressive, considering he knows both Mr. Miles and Old Mr. Haimowitz”
“I just saw him, too. Robert from the Department of Education got into trouble directly because he offended that father and son!”
“Being able to sit so close to Old Mr. Caulder, and sharing a table with the likes of Mr. Miles, this really has a blessed son!”
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As the banquet was about to commence, all the members of the Caulder family had arrived in the front courtyard.
Upon seeing Desmond and Soren walking together and even taking seats at the main table, the guests couldn’t help but start whispering among themselves.
Desmond had never experienced such a situation before, and he was somewhat nervous for a moment.
Soren patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. We’re all human. Just don’t regard them too highly, and you’ll be able to handle it calmly.”
“Desmond, Old Mr. Caulder is right,” Gilbert said with a smile. “Let them talk. There’s no need for you to take it to heart. We’re all human, nothing to be overly concerned about.”
Winston chuckled in agreement. “Just treat it like normal.”
Originally, Desmond was somewhat nervous.
Seeing everyone so relaxed and approachable, Desmond felt his mood finally settled a bit, feeling that he might have overthought things.
In reality, Gilbert and the others being approachable was because of Finnegan.
Otherwise, Desmond wouldn’t even be qualified to sit at the same table with them in his lifetime, let alone expect them to treat him courteously.
William looked around and called out, “Where’s Finn?”
William replied in a low voice, “Dad, Mr. Larkin said that everyone seated at this table is his elders, and it’s not appropriate for him, a young man, to sit here. Thus, he went to join Mr. Miles and the others from the younger generation!”
Hearing that, Soren nodded with a sigh of admiration. Finn is truly extraordinary!”
If it were any other young person given that opportunity, they would be eager to stand out.
Yet, Finnegan managed to remain humble and steady, maintaining his usual calm.
Meanwhile, Finnegan saw Trey and Felix among others
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Just as he was about to walk over, Myla came from the side and said, “I thought you were going to share a table with my grandfather. It seems you still have some sense after all.”
There was a hint of confrontation in her words. Clearly, Finnegan’s comment about her being all show and no substance had struck a chord with her.
Finnegan frowned. “Ms. Caulder, we’ve never interacted before. Is there a need for your words to carry a hint of hostility? Regardless of anything else, I did save your grandfather’s life. You don’t have to thank me, but is there really a need to act this way? Aren’t you afraid that people will accuse you, Ms. Caulder, of being ungrateful?”
Finnegan’s sharp words were unexpected, causing Myla’s pretty countenance to turn somewhat awkward.
However, she quickly regained her composure. “I was also deceived by Keaton. You could have explained it at the time. Was there really a need to humiliate me in the end?”
Being called all style and no substance was the greatest humiliation for an exceptional woman.
Finnegan scoffed, “Explanation? Who was it that said they didn’t deign to speak with me?”
Myla grimaced, realizing she couldn’t win against Finnegan with words.
Continuing to speak with him would only invite more ridicule to her.
Biting her l*p, she asked, “As a man, are you really so petty that you must argue with a young woman like me?”
Finnegan couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, now she’s calling me petty because she’s losing. Such a classic double standard!
However, for the sake of Soren, Finnegan didn’t bother to argue.
However, Myla waved her hand and said, “Come on. Considering you once saved my grandfather, I’ll introduce you to a few young elites and heiresses. This will help you build your network. Consider it as a token of gratitude from the Caulder family!”
With that, she headed toward Trey and his group.
Narrowing his eyes, Finnegan had a pretty good idea of what Myla was planning to do.
She wanted to make him see the gap between them clearly and not harbor too many thoughts about the Caulder family, such as repaying kindness with favor.
How childish! With a quiet sigh, Finnegan followed along.
Seeing him catch up, Myla smirked. She was convinced that Finnegan was just trying to use her family to climb the social ladder because he was following her.
Seeing the two of them approaching, Trey and the others stood up in response.
Myla revealed a serene and elegant smile. “Please, everyone, no need to be so formal. We-”
Before she could finish speaking, Trey and Felix walked past her, greeting Finnegan with utmost politeness. “Mr. Larkin!”
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That sudden turn of events left Myla’s smile frozen on her face, leaving her completely stunned for a moment. Isn’t he just someone with a bit of medical skill? Why are these people being so polite to him?
“Ms. Caulder, let me introduce you,” Finnegan said with a playful smile as he walked up to her. “This is Mr. Trey, the eldest son of the Miles family, and Ms. Sasha, daughter of the Miles family. Over here, we have Mr. Felix from the Haimowitz family and Ms. Wynter Haimowitz. Lastly, this is Ms. Mandy from the Langdon family of Bellridge! Everyone, this is Ms. Caulder from the Caulder family. She is the granddaughter of Old Mr. Caulder, Myla!” said Finnegan.
In an instant, Myla’s face turned beet red.
Finnegan fl*pped the script, leaving her in an unprecedented state of embarrassment.
They all noticed it and smiled. “Hello, Ms. Caulder!”
Myla felt extremely awkward because she didn’t expect to become the one being introduced.
Yet, as if nothing had happened, Finnegan casually took a seat and gestured to everyone. “Don’t just stand there, please sit.”
Everyone took their seats.
Myla wanted to walk away to avoid the awkwardness. However, when she thought that leaving might make things even more awkward, she had no choice but to sit down. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.
At the same time, she became even more curious about who Finnegan was, because she thought he was just a doctor.
“Grandpa, Grandma, that seems to be Finnegan, the boyfriend Bernice is seeing.” Meanwhile, at a table more than ten meters away, Bernice’s cousin, Timothy, was staring intently at Finnegan.
He was somewhat surprised as he called over Bruce and Milicent.
Those two, who were also invited to the banquet, followed Timothy’s gaze.
Sure enough, they found Finnegan sitting there, having a lively conversation with Trey and other young elites.
Suddenly, Milicent felt a wave of disgust, as if she had swallowed a fly. “How did he manage to sneak in? Doesn’t having him at the same table as us degrade our status?”
Bernice’s cousin, Queenie, glanced and said, “He probably got in by pulling some strings. Nothing impressive about that.”
Despite her words, she sounded jealous.
Bruce said in a quiet tone, “Put your prejudices aside. Finnegan does have some skills.”
He no longer felt such a strong aversion toward Finnegan when he thought about Patrick and what he was told.
Milicent snorted. “What’s so great about a bit of medical skill? In this society, it’s all about connections, relationships, and wealth. He’ll never surpass Mr. Sable in his lifetime by relying on his little medical skills and acquaintances.”
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Whenever Liam was mentioned, Milicent seemed to become even more irritated. “It’s infuriating that this pauper has even set up Mr. Sable. I wonder how Mr. Sable is laring in there?”
Bruce said in a deep voice. “Enough, stop acting like a mean old woman. It’s not pleasant for others to hear.”
Millicent retorted, “You should stop listening to Patrick’s nonsense. It’s only right that Bernice marries Mr. Sable. Also, stop dreaming about that so-called Long Life Pill. Finnegan probably only has one, and it’s all going to benefit Alexander!”
Bruce couldn’t be bothered to argue with Milicent because it wasn’t the right place or time for it. “Just keep your comments to yourself!”
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