enjoyebooks Chapter 1417: Recognized
Chapter 1417: Recognized
"Mr. Seymour?" Mr. Fenton turned his head to look at Charles Seymour, asking tentatively.Earlier, he heard Isabella Chamberlain addressing someone as Mr. Seymour and Mrs. Seymour, and now Miss Wilson. If he remembered correctly, the owner of Imperial City Jade and Jewelry was indeed surnamed Wilson, and her husband was Seymour.
Charles Seymour nodded slightly, "Yes."
"So it really is Mr. Seymour and Mrs. Seymour." Mr. Fenton received Charles Seymour’s response and smiled respectfully.
His family was also interested in expanding their business to Imperial City, and naturally had dealt with many forces in Imperial City, which is how they knew about Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson’s matters.
After all, Peace Group was known to very few here, but in Imperial City, everyone knew about it.
Especially for businessmen like them, collaborating with Peace Group meant boarding a lucrative ship.
"Mr. Fenton, what do you mean by that?" Isabella Chamberlain felt increasingly uneasy, gauging that these two people might be quite famous.
"Uncle Grant, let’s go." Sophie Wilson cheerfully called out to Patrick Grant.
Patrick Grant laughed and said, "I still have some business to discuss with Boss Payten. I’ll come find you later, boss."
"Alright." Sophie Wilson nodded, turned, and walked away, arm-in-arm with Charles Seymour.
Mr. Fenton quickly took a few steps to catch up, "Mr. and Mrs. Seymour, may I have the honor of inviting you two for a meal?"
"Sure, sure." Sophie Wilson readily agreed.
Just now, this Mr. Fenton immediately believed what Patrick Grant said, and for showing respect to Uncle Grant like that, Sophie Wilson decided to show him some respect as well.
"Please, the two of you." Mr. Fenton, hearing Sophie Wilson’s agreement, hurriedly led the way forward with enthusiasm.
The Fenton clan was a major family here, but in Imperial City, what did that count for?
Furthermore, it was in front of Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson, truly incomparable.
"Bootlicker." Isabella Chamberlain watched Mr. Fenton chase after Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson as they left, gritting her teeth and cursing.
"Boss Payten, I think we should finalize that matter." Patrick Grant turned to Boss Payten and said.
"Alright!" Boss Payten clapped his hands excitedly, "I’ll start drafting the contract right away."
"Boss Payten, what do you mean by that?" Master Clark felt cheated. He had known Boss Payten for years in the stone gambling scene, how could Boss Payten team up with Patrick Grant to trick him?
"Master Clark, what are you talking about?" Boss Payten’s face turned stern, devoid of any smile he showed to Patrick Grant.
"You teamed up with Patrick Grant to pull this kind of stunt, and..."
"Master Clark, if you don’t have any evidence, don’t speak carelessly. My collaboration with Mr. Grant is our business, what does it have to do with you?" Boss Payten showed no courtesy to Master Clark.
He was a rough material merchant; as long as the rough material was good, why would he care about a Stone Gambling Master?
Besides, which Stone Gambling Master could compare to Stone God Grant?
Master Clark, just one ordinary person, truly didn’t matter to him.
"What? Didn’t you sell the rough material to us? Wasn’t it a losing bet?" Master Clark’s questioning didn’t even need Boss Payten’s answer, as the people around broke into laughter.
Unable to accept losing bets, why come to gamble on stones?
Why not honestly purchase the pieces that are already cut?
"If you can’t afford to gamble, don’t come to gamble stones." Boss Payten snorted coldly; he had seen plenty of people like this.
Those who had devastating bet losses were numerous, how could he care about one Master Clark?