The Man’s Decree

Chapter 140 Tooted His Own Horn

Gazing into Jared’s unwavering eyes, Hilda nodded at long last. “I trust you!”

Jared flashed her a smile and patted her head gently, his gaze emanating brotherly love.

Mere moments after it was time to get off work, Hilda received a call from Yolanda, who urged her to hurry up as many of their former classmates had already arrived.

She then asked her friend for the location, only to be told that the class reunion was being held at Glamor Hotel.

When Hilda heard that, she wavered slightly. They were planning to split the bill for the class reunion tonight, and such a luxurious hotel would undoubtedly cost a tidy sum. She didn’t want to spend that much, finding it a waste. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Only after Jared persuaded her otherwise did she agree to go. Subsequently, the two of them drove straight to Glamor Hotel in a second-hand Ford.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Glamor Hotel, they were greeted by the sight of Yolanda waiting anxiously at the door.

Surprise flooded Yolanda when she caught sight of Jared. She thought that he would definitely have been beaten to death after having offended the Crimson Dragon Gang the previous night, or at the least, had his head bashed in. But looking at him right then, there actually wasn’t a single scratch on him.

“Were you not beaten up last night?” she questioned suspiciously.

“Didn’t I tell you that the Crimson Dragon Gang is afraid of me? They wouldn’t possibly dare make a move against me.”

Jared flashed her a smile.

“What a boast!” Yolanda rolled her eyes, not believing him in the least. How could a big gang like the Crimson Dragon Gang be afraid of him? He must have used some other method to settle the matter. Perhaps he paid them off!

“Believe whatever you want!” Jared didn’t bother explaining further.

“It’s Hilda’s class reunion today, yet you came here in a Ford? Even hailing a taxi would have been better than driving a crappy Ford. Look at the parking lot here. Is there any car as shabby as yours?” Yolanda berated with a chagrined expression.

Back then when he encouraged her to attend the class reunion, I thought he was going to figure out a way to give her bragging rights. But isn’t he making her a laughingstock now by driving a Ford here?

“What’s wrong with driving a Ford? We’ve got to support local brands!”

Jared wasn’t the least bit bothered.

“I think this car is pretty good, too. It’s far more comfortable than taking the bus. All right, let’s hurry up and go in!” Hilda hastily chimed in.

Since she had said as much, Yolanda stopped dressing Jared down. The three of them then entered the hotel together.

A dozen men and women were already seated in an opulent private room. They were chatting and laughing, so the atmosphere was very much lively.

One of the men was particularly eye-catching, with his hair parted to the side and a gold watch adorning his wrist. He was seemingly the center of attention, with everyone fawning all over him.

That man was Lincoln Palmer, Hilda’s ex-boyfriend. Despite having been of a different class than them all, he was attending the class reunion as Michelle Henderson’s boyfriend.

“You’re so lucky to have such a great boyfriend, Mich! Lincoln used to be the campus hunk back then!”

“Hear, hear! He was already well-respected in school back when I first joined, and I even had a crush on him once upon a time!”

“Look at the watch he’s wearing! It probably cost a couple hundred of thousand. He’s truly the epitome of a successful person!”

“Furthermore, he has his own company now. How incredible!”

They all praised Lincoln and Michelle to the skies, inflating their egos to epic proportions.

“Nah, I’ve got to work as well. I’m not all that successful. Besides, this watch isn’t that valuable either. I asked a friend to get it for me from Sumanthova, and it was only a little over three hundred grand!”

Despite his seemingly modest words, his tone made it crystal clear that he was showing off.

In truth, everyone could tell that he was bragging, but no one dared to point it out.

They merely listened as he tooted his own horn.