Chapter 710

Winston’s intentions were obvious–he wanted Christina and Aspen to know just how significant his status was.

Aspen gave a demure smile. “Ah, so you’re the young heir of the Wright family. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright.”

Christina, feeling a bit nervous, gave a small nod. “Hello, Mr. Wright.”

Winston laughed heartily. “Ladies, I assume you’re here today to witness the grand finale of Mr. Chapman’s Reckoning Toast?”

Aspen tilted her head with a playful smile. “Mr. Wright, you’re so sharp! Yes, we did come to join the fun. But honestly, we don’t really understand these kinds of events. We’re just here to watch.”

Winston’s chest swelled with pride. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Sit back and enjoy the show–I’m about to deal with that nobody, Andrew.”

Aspen’s eyes widened in mock surprise as she parted her soft, red lips. “Wait… Mr. Wright, are you really going to step in on Mr. Chapman’s behalf?”

Winston let out a disdainful snort, his expression turning cold. “Of course. Raymond’s basically my dog. When someone kicks my dog without asking me first, they’re disrespecting me. And you know… if I don’t teach that Andrew a lesson, people might start thinking I’m weak.”

Aspen covered her mouth with a charming laugh. “Wow, Mr. Wright! You’ve barely arrived in Jayrodale, and you’ve already stirred up such a storm. With someone like you supporting Mr. Chapman, he’ll be able to walk all over this city from now on.”

Winston was practically glowing from the flattery. His smile stretched even wider, his confidence soaring. He loved how easily women were drawn to him once they caught a hint of his family’s power.

As the young heir of the Wright family, Winston believed his life was nothing short of perfect. After all, in his mind, there was not a single beautiful woman in this world he could not get if he wanted her.

Meanwhile, Raymond stood awkwardly to the side, forcing a stiff smile. He had just been called a dog–right in front of everyone. Yet, what could he do? Against the Wright family from Blumedale, he really was a nobody.

Hence, despite the humiliation burning in his chest, Raymond told himself it was a privilege to serve a man like Winston.

Aspen raised her glass, her smile bright and playful. “Mr. Wright, I’m surprised someone of your status would even bother coming to a small town like Jayrodale. I’m curious… how are you planning to show off your strength today? I can’t wait to see.”

Winston’s ego inflated even more under her attention. He downed a shot of whiskey and grinned. “Simple,” he declared. “As soon as that punk Andrew walks in, I’ll make him get on his knees. And after that? I’ll do whatever the hell I want with him.”

Aspen’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, Mr. Wright, you better not let me down. I’ll be watching closely the whole time!”

Winston gave a confident wave of his hand. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You two are in for quite a show.”

Finley stood off to the side, lazily swirling his drink with an amused smirk. He thought Aspen was impressive–dangerously so. With just a few playful words, she had Winston wrapped around her finger.

In just a few minutes, Aspen had inflated Winston’s ego and subtly ignited his resentment toward Andrew. ‘What a clever little snake,‘ Finley mused, ‘A textbook case of using one man’s sword to kill another.‘

Too bad Winston was too stupid to notice. For all his family’s wealth and power, Winston had the intelligence of a blunt knife. Aspen had barely even tried, yet he was already putty in her hands.