Griffith Squire noticed that the younger ones were ignorant, while the older ones were quite savvy. Afraid to scare his future little wife beside him, he squinted his almond eyes and said with a slow drawl, "Today, we're here to celebrate Mr. Seymour's birthday."
He couldn't be bothered with other trivial matters.
Mr. Seymour wasn't in the main hall due to his poor health and slight dementia; he was resting in the VIP room at the back. The Seymour Family was hosting this banquet in Mr. Seymour's name, merely as a pre-New Year information exchange to continue dividing Brocade City's interests next year, and incidentally, to probe into the Coldwell Family matter.
If Ian Coldwell couldn't hold up, who knows whether the Coldwell Family's assets would bear the surname Seymour or Gossford, or perhaps even Squire.
Mr. Seymour's father quickly smiled and said, "The old gentleman is resting in the back; I'll take you there."
