Chapter: 881

At that moment, the Harmon estate was still bustling with excitement. Looking across the room, distinguished guests filled the seats. It was a gathering of the exalted; the wealthy and powerful exchanged toasts and chatted among themselves. Meanwhile, Dustin sat quietly in a corner, looking like an outsider.

In contrast, Gordon, who was sitting at the other table, wouldn’t stop greeting people.

"Well, if it isn’t Mr. Bolls! What a pleasure to see you!"

"Oh, Ms. Pickens, you’re here too. My father talks a lot about you."

"Hahaha, Mr. Solinsky, what a surprise to run into you here. It must be fate. Let’s grab a meal together sometime."

Gordon stood, chatting and laughing with all the guests, showcasing his extensive network.

"Gordon, was that Mr. Bolls, the famous jewel tycoon?" Zeke couldn’t help but ask, curious.

"That’s right. Mr. Bolls has a net worth of several billions of dollars, and he owns half the jewels in Millsburg. He’s a true titan in the industry!" Gordon grinned.

"No way! Gordon, you’re really impressive. How did you get to know people of such high caliber?" Zoey asked with a look of admiration.

Billionaires weren’t the kind of people you could meet just anywhere.

"Heh, not just Mr. Bolls, but Ms. Pickens is also no average Joe. She controls a substantial amount of mineral resources–you could say she’s made of money! Also, there’s Mr. Solinsky. He’s the son of an extremely wealthy man, he’s got a bright future ahead of him and a lot of power!" Gordon introduced each of them giddily, his face glowing with pride.

"Gordon, who would’ve thought you’d been hiding this all along? I have to admit, it’s amazing!" Zeke gave him a thumbs–up.

"Exactly! You’re probably the most spectacular one out of all of us!" Zoey said, buttering him up. As she spoke, she even snuck a glance at Dustin and continued cynically, "Hey, Dustin, did you see that? This is the difference between you and Gordon. Not only is he rich, but he’s also well- connected. You’ll never reach his level in your entire lifetime!"

"She’s right!" Zeke added.

"Rhys, here’s a word of advice. You’d better leave Natasha as soon as possible, or you’d just be humiliating yourself!"

Dustin wasn’t bothered enough to entertain them. He simply minded his own business, sipping at his drink. Yet, his lofty attitude pissed them off even more.

"Hpmh, weren’t you acting all cool earlier? Has the cat got your tongue? That’s all you’re good for," Zoey said with a cold laugh. To her, it was obvious that Dustin was feeling ashamed of himself.

"Let it go. Let him keep some of his dignity, or you’ll back him into a corner," Gordon teased with a smile. Dustin was just a brute who knew a move or two, he really didn’t think too highly of him.

At that moment, Zoey seemed to have noticed something. She pointed at the door and asked, "Hey, who’s that? He’s really good–looking and even has a certain air about him."

The others turned their heads to look, and their gazes fell upon a handsome man walking inside, holding a folding fan. A faint smile adorned his face, and he carried an air of grace, each movement looked effortlessly elegant.

"Damn! Isn’t that Patrick Hill, the son of the Hill family? Who would’ve thought that he’d show up too?" Zeke couldn’t help but gape at the sight of the man.

"Patrick Hill? Isn’t that one of the renowned Ten Princes of the South Province?" Zoey’s eyes widened.