Heads turned to Hudderson. He was tall, with a fine face, unassuming and most easily, he looked useless and poor. Their interest ended.Their eyes swept over his plain figure causing their lips to curl with so much disdain."The Sinclairs invited a clown?" Hudderson could easily catch small whispers from the crowd but he continued walking forward steadily."Well, such a good joke! The Jew of Mog married to this..." The man almost puked while saying the words. "Low-life slug!" The crowd of rich audiences erupted in hearty laughter. However, the Sinclairs and members of Jackson's family didn't, because they didn't know Hudderson.They turned their heads to one another. Confusion filling their gazes. 'Who's this fool? How did he even get in here? How could he make such preposterous allegations."Jackson's uncle stepped forward towards the couples with a face as cold as ice "Who are you?" His eyes stabbed Hudderson right in the chest and without waiting for a response, he continued.