Greyson sneered with disdain. “Listen up, you’re a married man! I strongly suggest you steer clear of any flirtations or secret affections for other women. If that sharp-tongued wife of yours finds out, you won’t stand a chance!”


    Jacob, infuriated by Greyson’s mockery, shot back, “What are you talking about, Greyson Tate?! I don’t cheat, and I certainly don’t harbor any secret feelings for anyone! Don’t you dare throw around vague usations just because you think your dirty money gives you power! And don’t even try to bring that old soldier into this; I’m not falling for it!”


    Feeling ufortable with their ridiculous banter, Matilda interjected, “Can you both just be quiet? What did I say earlier? We’re here for the reunion, not to witness you two bicker like wild animals! If this continues, I’m walking out!”


    Jacob protested innocently, “Matilda, you heard him! It’s this old coot who’s stirring things up!”


    Greyson, a well-known businessman in Hong Kong ustomed to ttery, was irked by Jacob’s jab. He mmed his hand on the table, rose to his feet, and shouted, “Hey, Jacob, who are you calling an old coot?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Jacob shot him a disapproving re and retorted, “You! So what?”


    Greyson smirked, “Do you really believe I won’t take action against you just because we went to college together? If you push me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Do you honestly think I’ll let a lowly local like you bully me after Ie back from Hong Kong? What do you really have to stand against me?”


    Jacob instantly felt small. Truth be told, he had nothing with which to confront Greyson—not even ten grand in his bank ount! The vi he lived in was a mere token from Charlie’s scam, which paled inparison to the wealth of a businessman like Greyson. If he truly provoked him, he knew he didn’t stand a chance.


    Just as the tension hung awkwardly in the air, Paul quickly interjected, “Uncles, my mother organized today’s reunion, so could you please stop arguing for her sake?”


    Jacob quickly replied, “Alright, Paul, I won’t stoop to his level for you.”


    Greyson growled, clearly irritated, “Oh, so after calling me names, this is how you want to back down? Do you think I won’t p you right here?”


    A frosty expression crossed Matilda’s face as she admonished, “Greyson, what do you want? If you insist on causing trouble, I’ll have no choice but to ask you to leave.”


    Greyson was frustrated. He felt insulted, but why wasn’t Matilda on his side?


    Meanwhile, Jacob felt embarrassed as well. How was he supposed to respond to Greyson’s threat? Should he confront him? But what if Greyson actually followed through?


    At that moment, an elderly man in his sixties entered the suite. He looked at Paul and said, “Mr. Paul, the food is ready. Would you like it served now?”<fn0616> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find?novel</fn0616>


    Paul was taken aback. “Oh, Uncle Oscar, why are you here in person?”


    The mention of ‘Uncle Oscar’ sent shockwaves throughout the suite!


    Uncle Oscar? The chief butler of the Moore family, Uncle Oscar?


    Everyone in the room recognized Uncle Oscar as a significant figure with an impressive reputation in Aurous Hill!