Chapter 709

Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance.

In the center of the hotel’s grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored.

Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn’t take anyone here seriously.

Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family’s top enforcers sent as Winston’s personal bodyguard.

Raymond approached with a polite smile. “Mr. Lowell, you’ve been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit.”

Jason responded flatly, “Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I’ll handle mine.”

Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. “Of course, Mr. Lowell. You’re absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew might show up with Jayrodale’s underground forces. If that happens, I might need to rely on you.”

Jason let out a cold snort. “I’ll step in when necessary. But Jayrodale is a tiny town–there’s barely anyone here worth my effort.”

Raymond nodded in agreement, plastering on a sycophantic grin. “Mr. Lowell, you’re absolutely right. Nobody here can match you. And that Andrew… he’s not even worth mentioning.”

Winston tapped his glass on the table, his patience running thin. “Where the hell is this Andrew guy? I heard he’s some notorious sugar baby who lives off rich women. Nothing disgusts me more than a man who can’t stand on his own two feet.”

Raymond gave a quick laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr. Wright. I just heard from Stephen–they’re on their way.”

Winston grunted and swept his gaze across the room. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.

“Well, well… now that’s a surprise,” he muttered. “Didn’t expect to see that kind of beauty here.”

Raymond followed Winston’s gaze and immediately chuckled knowingly. “Ah, I see Mr. Wright has good taste,” Raymond said with a sleazy grin. “Allow me to introduce them to you.”

He straightened his suit and gestured toward the two women Winston had his eyes on. “Those two beauties are Christina Stevens, CEO of Jayrodale’s Stevens Corporation, known as the ‘Ice Queen‘ of the corporate world,” Raymond explained.

“The other is Aspen Stevens, from Bridgefields‘ prestigious Stevens family–a true socialite.”

Winston’s eyes gleamed with interest. “They’re both from the Stevens family? Damn… imagine landing both women. That’d be a dream come true.”

Raymond’s smile widened. “With your charm and family name, Mr. Wright, they’ll be yours in no time.”

He added slyly, “By the way, the man standing with them? That’s Finley Moore from Hidden Dragons. You’ve met before, haven’t you?”

Winston sneered. “Of course, I know that old perv. He’s practically a friend when it comes to… extracurricular activities.”

Raymond laughed and strode over to the group. “Mr. Finley, Aspen, Christina,” Raymond greeted them with a practiced smile. “Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Winston Wright. He’s been eager to meet you.”

Finley raised his glass, giving Winston a knowing smirk. “Mr. Wright, long time no see. We haven’t… crossed swords since that night in Blumedale.”

Winston let out a sleazy chuckle. “You’ve always had a quick draw, Finley. Makes the rest of us look bad.”

Finley tilted his glass toward him. “Nonsense. Your… technique is famous. Short and thin, but deadly when it counts.”

Winston’s eyes darkened, but he let the jab slide, turning his attention to Christina and Aspen instead.

He straightened his posture and flashed what he believed was a charming smile. “Good evening, ladies. My name is Winston. Winston Wright, from the Wright family.”

He practically growled the last two words, emphasizing his family name.