Hefei gave up the Holy Maiden election, was deceived into marriage by social trash, and Old Login almost died of rage on the spot. He returned to the headquarters of the Naturalism Church, and from then on, he never contacted Hefei again.
This moment is just like that one, Austin has become Old Login, Veronica has become Hefei, and Wayne has become the new generation of social trash.
Austin wasn’t confident in Wayne but in himself—the damn social trash would surely have the last laugh.
"I didn’t want to find you at the beginning, even if you and I look alike..."
Austin skipped the unpleasant topic: "Not until I confirmed you were Bruce did I reluctantly nod. You may have a lot that’s not good..."
As he spoke, he saw Wayne’s slightly upturned mouth corners, his face darkening and stretching long.
Getting him to say something good about Wayne was harder than killing him!
"You might have a lot of awful traits, but there are even more awful traits that haven’t been discovered!" Austin huffed, finishing his thought.
Got it, complimenting me for being low-key!
Wayne shrugged, taking it as a compliment.
"Pick up the documents on the table and come with me. For the next three hours, I have a speech to give and a few business partners to meet. You’ll follow me throughout, you don’t have to speak but you can’t leave."
Austin didn’t want to stay in the same room with Wayne, breathing in the odor of social trash with every breath, feeling the air quality of Lundan had never been worse.
Wayne picked up the documents and followed behind.
To be honest, he only wanted to practice Magic now, not keen on commercial activities, but given the rare thaw in their relationship and Austin’s amusing sour face, he’d play the secretary for the day.
Besides, with the inheritor status of the Lando Family, it equates to having backing in Windsor, making things much easier to manage.
Upon this thought, Wayne’s heart sank. He wasn’t from Windsor, but a spy from next door, Frank.
His spy skills were not top-notch, his partner Lily wasn’t a Mage, and her professional skills had limits—hardly exceptional, they could be described as cannon fodder relying on luck.
The position of inheritor of the Tulip Family was so important, Austin couldn’t have failed to investigate thoroughly...
Could it be, Old Login was also an undercover agent?
Wayne’s eyes widened, impressed by Frank’s formidable intelligence agency, which had managed to plant a spy in the Tulip Family through the neighbor, Bruce.
This is the right arm of the Queen!
What’s next, arranging for Bruce to switch the bloodline of the Royal Family too?
In the following three hours, Wayne accompanied Austin the whole time, expressionless like Megan, pretending to be his secretary.
In the lecture hall, Austin was passionately painting his grand vision, and the room erupted into enthusiastic applause time and again.
Hefei also clapped from below, dedicating her applause to Wayne, her smile especially moving.
Wayne: What’s there for you to be moved about, he pushed your daughter into a pit of fire!
What, you’re the main culprit?
The social elites who had met Wayne before were now highly annoyed. Damn big shot, playing the new kid on the block, was tricking the newbie fun for you?
They should’ve guessed it; the venue was for nobles and elites only, nobodies wouldn’t get an invitation.
Wrong by a billion, devastated.
The socialites were also casting sidelong glances at Wayne, speculating about his relationship with Austin. Having not invested before, trying to do so now would certainly lessen the impact.
Wrong by a billion, devastated.
As the speech ended, Austin departed to enthusiastic applause, taking Wayne with him into three meeting rooms in succession to talk with several business partners.
The content of the discussions was both important and not—things that could have been clarified over the phone, but they insisted on meeting in person. It was just to acquaint Wayne with the faces.
If you have the guts to say it, this business gathering was Austin signaling to outsiders that the pretty-faced young man by his side was of an extraordinary identity.
Everyone: Clearly, the illegitimate child is about to be legitimized!
Just like you to call the shots at home, legitimizing the illegitimate right in front of everyone, the wife even clapping happily.
"Austin, your recent speech was great. Are you sure you don’t want to collaborate with me?"
In the hallway of the meeting room, two men and a woman came over.
Ignoring the big-chested female secretary, the two men seemed to be father and son, similar in their brows and eyes.
The younger one was handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a fine bearing, quite like Lundan under the Union Jack’s noble style.
The older one wasn’t poorly maintained either, a handsome middle-aged uncle, just a bit bald.
He appeared to have a solid social status in Lundan, calling Austin by name and speaking without the submissive tone of the others.
"Barney, I don’t recall sending you an invitation," Austin said with a frown, nodding at the younger man greeting him respectfully: "Owen, you’ve been doing quite well lately, snatching quite a bit of business from me."
The young man named Owen modestly bowed his head: "It was Mister Lando who gave up those deals. I merely picked up what was ready-made, that’s all."
"Haha, taken is taken, Austin is an elder, he won’t mind these pennies with you," Barney said with pride, tapping his son and looking curiously at Wayne: "Austin, won’t you introduce him?"
"A junior member of the family," Austin replied, brushing it off without using the opportunity to hype Wayne, the timing still wasn’t right, he had to wait.
"Junior, he’s your illegitimate child, isn’t he?" Barney scoffed: "What, couldn’t find a suitable heir, so you had to trot out the illegitimate one as filler?"
Wayne rolled his eyes. Aside from skin color, hair color, facial contours, hairstyle, dress, aesthetic taste, personal habits—where did he resemble Austin at all?