Zoe pursed her lips tightly, her gaze sweeping over her two sons, the older one serious and the younger one carefree, before she turned and walked
away.
Her steps carried an unmistakable air of anger.
Silvia quickly followed.
Joseph watched, feeling increasingly irritated, and pressed his temples in frustration.
Ever since Aria returned, this family hadn’t had a moment’s peace.
Soon, the butler ushered the three in.
The elderly man leading the way had gray hair and glasses, his cheekbones quite prominent.
Mr. and Mrs. Marshall carried several large bags filled with valuable items, their faces wearing awkward smiles tinged with apology.
The older generations of the Gibson and Marshall families were relatives, and now with this marriage tie, their relationship became even closer.
The Marshall family was far inferior to the Saxon family, so they would be at a disadvantage in negotiations. That was why they sought help from the Gibson family.
Bartholomew was worried that the issue between Hannah and Liam would escalate and affect the Gibson Group, so he took this opportunity to visit and get on the same page with Joseph.
Caleb and Nathan were indifferent to the three, but Joseph welcomed them warmly.
“Bartholomew, what’s with the formality? You didn’t have to bring so much stuff,” he smiled.
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His words carried a hint of arrogance from someone in a higher position, which didn’t sit well with Bartholomew, though he didn’t show it on his. face. “It’s been a long time since we visited each other. Since you have trouble with your legs, I’ll have to be the one to come.”
“It’s been a long time since we visited each other. Since you have trouble with your legs, I’ll have to be the one to come,” Bartholomew said.
Joseph chuckled, replying, “Indeed, my leg isn’t convenient for going out. Unlike you, who can still be in the thick of things at work and jump into the entertainment news at any time.”
As soon as Joseph finished, a cold glint flashed in Bartholomew’s eyes.
At the recent chamber of commerce event, he accidentally got splashed with wine by a bartender, and coincidentally, this bartender bore a slight resemblance to the Gibson family members, leading to a slew of rumors spreading around.
“These media outlets will hype any topic for clicks. The Gibson Group has already warned them. I heard Luke upset his wife again. Ever since Nora passed away, these young lads can’t even keep their wives happy,” Bartholomew joked.
When he spoke of the name “Nora,” Bartholomew’s tone softened with tenderness.
Caleb and Nathan exchanged glances, both seeing the same helplessness in each other’s eyes.
Over five decades ago, everyone knew that Bartholomew had a soft spot for Nora, and it was widely assumed that the two would eventually tie the knot. However, just when things seemed to be moving smoothly, an unexpected twist emerged–Joseph.
Joseph was an orphan with good looks, sweet–talking, and thick–skinned. To win over Nora, he even changed his surname to Saxon.
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They got married quickly, shocking everyone.
Soon after, Bartholomew got married, too.
The relationship between the two families was awkward and delicate.
Joseph and Bartholomew had been at odds from their youth till they were almost in their graves, always exchanging barbs.
People in their circle were used to it.
When big shots fought, it was always the soldiers who suffered–Mr. and Mrs. Marshall sat still, not daring to breathe loudly.
Joseph sighed, stroking his beard. “Yeah, my Nora was too ruthless, leaving me alone to deal with these troublesome things every day. Now my granddaughter’s husband is eyeing your granddaughter and wants a
divorce.”
Hearing this, Bartholomew felt a pang in his heart.
In his youth, Joseph stole his beloved woman and made him a laughingstock.
Now old, his granddaughter had stolen Joseph’s grandson–in–law, making him a joke again.
Luckily, Liam and Aria signed a prenup, allowing a loophole to protect the Gibson family’s reputation.
“The Cole kid and Aria signed an agreement–people who don’t know. might think my granddaughter is the third wheel,” Bartholomew said.
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