Joey invited Luke to sit at the same table as Javier. Because of that, nearly everyone in the hall found their eyes drifting toward them, each person watching with their own expectations.What was Joey doing? Was he really going to let Luke sit there?Joey was considered the most valued guest, so it was only natural for him to be seated alongside the heads of both families. But allowing Luke to sit there as well felt, to many, completely undeserved.And that was not even the end of it.Their mouths fell open one after another. Joey did not just let Luke sit at the table, he even offered him his own seat, the one right beside Javier. He personally pulled the chair out for him.As if that was still not enough, their widened eyes soon gave way to stiff shoulders when, after Luke sat down, Joey opened a bottle of champagne and poured a glass for him. Only after that did he pour one for Javier.At that point, Joey had practically outd

“You sure?” one of the crew members asked, raising a brow. He stood with his hands on his hips, a skeptical look on his face.“I swear. He’s there,” the one who saw Luke insisted in a hushed but controlled voice.“Ha, who are you trying to fool?” another scoffed, followed by laughter. “Like we don’t know Luke.”“Yeah. You probably just imagined it. Maybe he’s just serving there,” one of them added in agreement.The man who had seen Luke grew frustrated. “Why don’t we make a bet? Five bucks, deal?”They exchanged glances, then quickly agreed. Why not? It sounded like easy money.“Sure, lead the way,” one of them said, rubbing his palms together. Who would turn down free cash?With that, they headed toward the grand hall.Jeff stood not far from them, busy with his phone. He had heard everything. Someone claimed Luke was sitting at the master’s table. He did not believe it, but curiosity got the better of him, so

Luke’s expression gradually turned cold after hearing Richard’s words. Yet he kept his gaze forward, calmly holding his glass of champagne. Only the slight tightening of his grip betrayed anything at all.Somewhere, somehow, it had struck him.It was true. Veronica had left him and chosen Richard, all because she believed he belonged to the lower class. No matter how much he tried to brush it off, that truth still stung whenever it surfaced.“Richard Gregory, get out of our house, now!” Joey roared, his voice shaking with fury. “How dare you cause a scene here? How dare you disrespect us inside our own home?”Leaning on his cane, Javier rose from his seat, his brows drawn tightly together. “Young Master Richard, just because you have a conflict with Mr. Luke does not give you the right to disrupt this event and ruin the celebration,” he said in a firm voice. “What you are doing is a clear sign of disrespect, not only to our family and to Mr. Theodore, but also to all of our guests.”H

Luke continued walking toward Ludwig, each step slow and steady. His hands rested behind his back, his posture relaxed. Ludwig, who had been laughing just moments ago, suddenly stopped. One brow lifted as he looked at Luke. When he saw the determination in Luke’s approach, his amusement faded. A wide sneer spread across his face instead. He cracked his fingers one by one. “Hmph! Alright then. If you really want to get beaten up, I’ll grant your wish,” he said, then deliberately placed one hand behind his back, giving Luke a handicap. “Come on. I won’t go easy on you, even if I’m only using one hand.” The spectators could not help but chuckle among themselves. For them, getting beaten by Ludwig with just one hand was even more humiliating than losing normally. Even so, no one dared to cheer loudly or openly mock Luke. Joey was still backing him, and none of them wanted to get on the bad side of either Joey or Richard. So they stayed in their seats, silently watching. Everyone e

After a few moments, Richard’s brows drew together.“Bullsh*t!” he cursed.It was hard to tell whether his anger came from Ludwig’s defeat or from his own irritation at missing what had actually happened during the fight.“Do you want me to stop now?” he hissed at Matthew under his breath. “Do you really think he can take me on just because he managed to beat Ludwig?”As he said that, he glanced at Ludwig and kicked his leg.“You useless fool. I didn’t expect you to be even more pathetic than that trash.”The truth was, Ludwig being a taekwondo practitioner had been nothing more than a joke. They had made it up for fun, and Ludwig himself had suggested it. So in reality, they all knew he was not a martial artist at all.They had simply been confident he could beat Luke. Well, that had been earlier. Now, the result spoke for itself.Matthew remained silent. Instead, he kept watching Luke.He knew him better than Richard did. From the moment Luke appeared at La Berania, they had bullied