"Yes," Sheva Hilton nodded in agreement. She also wanted to leave. "Wait! Leave?" Juan Hugo stared sharply at James Hilton with clear displeasure. "Are you really James Hilton from the Hilton family? Who do you think you are? Acting like the boss here? Do you not see who's in this room? How dare you try to take control like that?" Juan Hugo had previously heard the name James Hilton from Somaz Hilton. This so-called useless son-in-law still dared to act disrespectfully in front of everyone at this banquet. Truly shameless. "Want to leave? Go ahead. But first, drink the liquor on the table, then apologize sincerely and crawl out," Juan said arrogantly. "Dare to look down on me and just leave like that? Once you step out, your next step will be bankruptcy." James's expression remained calm. He glanced at the two glasses of white liquor on the table and looked at Eden Hilton, who was already heavily drunk. "James, about what happened earlier..." Sheva whispered, wanting to explain t

At that moment, Maria and Eden arrived, looking upset. They stared at James with angry eyes. "James, what did you just say? Who told you to say something like that? Are you trying to ruin everything?" Maria snapped. She's very angry now. "You are so foolish man!" added Maria. At this moment, she really wanted to hit James, but she held back. "I suggested that Sheva change the name of Hilton Jewelry Group. It doesn’t matter whether it still uses the Hilton name or not," James replied indifferently. "It doesn’t matter? Easy for you to say when you’re not the one taking the risk!" Maria shouted. "Sheva’s father even got drunk trying to settle things peacefully, and you just messed everything up." "You really don’t want this family to live in peace," Maria continued. "Sheva, don’t listen to this crazy man. He’s just a troublemaker." James looked at Sheva and said calmly, "Sheva, once you get home, think of a new name and change the group’s name." "It’s not a big deal. I’ll

"Do you know Mr. Erick?" Juan looked shocked and stared at Erick with disbelief. He never expected James to have any kind of connection with Erick. "James, you’re really out of line. Even if you do know Mr. Erick, and even if he personally invited you to sit, that would already be a huge honor. But you actually chose the main seat? Are you serious?" Juan shouted. "When you saw Mr. Erick come in, you didn’t even stand up and show respect?" In Juan’s eyes, James was nothing but trash who didn’t belong in a place like this. Maybe he had some luck and got introduced by Erick, but that still didn’t give him the right to act arrogant. "Mr. Erick, I know him. He’s a useless son-in-law. I don’t know how he managed to get close to you, but he’s just a low-class guy. If you keep associating with someone like him, your reputation will suffer," Juan said in a flattering tone. Erick’s expression slowly turned serious. His eyebrows twitched. He couldn’t believe Juan dared to say something l

“No, no! Mr. Erick, Mr. James! I... I can still drink! I really can!” Juan stammered. His face was pale with fear. He quickly got up and grabbed a large bowl of white liquor, then gulped it down like a starving dog, drinking wildly without caring about his surroundings. The bitter alcohol was forced down his throat. Half-conscious and half-drunk, both Juan and Malvin cursed the Somaz and Edwin families in their hearts. They were convinced those two fools should be dragged here to suffer with them. While chugging his third bowl, Juan finally collapsed. He fell to the ground with a groan, tears in his eyes, and his mouth rambling nonsense. He had reached the peak of drunken madness. Malvin wasn’t much better. His face was flushed red, his bloated belly tight, and he too eventually dropped to the floor, groaning in pain. James slowly stood up. He looked at Erick and said calmly, “Take care of the rest. I’m leaving now.” “Yes, Sir,” Erick replied respectfully, then escorted Jame

"How is that possible? A grandmaster that powerful would willingly become a bodyguard? Who are you really, and where did you come from?" Dasqan stared at James with a look filled with jealousy.In his eyes now, James was completely unpredictable. How could this man possibly make a grandmaster of Hades’ caliber willingly serve as his personal guard?Even after their fight, Dasqan was still in shock. Hades' strength was unbelievable. In both power and speed, he was nearly at the limit of what a human could achieve. It was clear he wasn't just some bodyguard trained by an ordinary organization. In fact, he was even stronger than top foreign military personnel or elite special agents.What surprised him most was how James had dismantled his technique so easily. Dasqan knew very few people outside his country practiced ancient martial arts. That could only mean one thing—James was likely the one who passed those techniques on to his bodyguard.That alone made it obvious how massive the pow