Benjamin Walton forced a smile and said, "Alright, stop being upset. That’s the Seymour Family’s business; we can’t interfere."
"It’s true that it’s the Seymour Family’s business, but I’ve also been humiliated!" Erie Wilson grew more and more agitated as she spoke. Everyone knew she didn’t get along with Sophie Wilson; she was on Ophelia Wilson’s side.
Originally, she felt she had shown face today, but who would have thought it would end like this, truly making her lose all face.
"Don’t be upset anymore, have sothing to eat." Benjamin Walton persuaded, "The dishes Master Jackson prepared are quite good, I’ll go get you so."
"What’s so good about it." Just ntioning it made Erie Wilson feel furious, "Can he be compared to his master?"
Benjamin Walton felt a bit awkward hearing this.
Is there really any need to say it?
Of course, he couldn’t compare.
Benjamin Walton chuckled, pretending not to hear Erie Wilson’s complaints, coaxing her, "I’ll go get you sothing to eat, don’t go hungry, otherwise, you’ll feel unwell, and I would feel distressed."
To Erie Wilson, Benjamin Walton’s gentle affection was definitely his strongest weapon, always hitting the mark every ti.
As expected, Erie Wilson forgot her grievances, nodding happily.
Benjamin Walton managed to soothe Erie Wilson and went to the buffet to get her so food.
Just when he reached the vicinity of the buffet, he overheard so guests talking quietly to Chef Carter, who was introducing the dishes, "...Really? Master Jackson went to the ninth level?"
"Yes," Chef Carter nodded, "The grandmaster is up there, and the master went up to observe and learn."
He only found out later why the master left in such a hurry after cooking.
He regretted it so much, why did he take on the job of introducing the dishes?
Otherwise, he too could have gone to observe the grandmaster’s culinary skills.
And it was the Immortal Palace Banquet!
Even learning a fraction of it would benefit him imnsely.
The speaking Chef Carter was, after all, the great-granddisciple of Master Jackson. With his assurance, the guests would no longer doubt that the Immortal Palace Banquet was authentic.
They initially thought that so disciple of Master William Roscente inherited that craftsmanship, but now it seed... it was really Master William Roscente himself who wielded the knife.
Ethan Seymour was mingling with Jas Reed and Ophelia Wilson, but the atmosphere of the engagent banquet had completely changed.
When guests spoke to Ethan Seymour, it was naturally all sorts of flattering pleasantries, but once Ethan Seymour left, their expressions shifted.
This kind of event really couldn’t carry on.
Ethan Seymour wished he could leave imdiately, it was humiliating!
Truly humiliating!
"Don’t be upset," Charlotte Reed linked her arm with Ethan Seymour’s, softly consoling him near his ear, "Just hang on a little longer."
"Hang on for what? I’m now the laughing stock of the entire event!" Ethan Seymour gritted his teeth as he spoke, each word seed to want to be ground into pieces.
"But you can’t let them destroy your dignity because of it. They want to see you embarrassed, but we just won’t let them succeed. Haven’t Jas and I stayed by your side?" Charlotte Reed casually pinned the bla on Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson, slandering them without any burden, as it wasn’t the first or second ti, as long as it made Ethan Seymour more and more dislike Charles Seymour.
Such a good opportunity now, how could she not take full advantage?
"Hmm." Ethan Seymour gritted his teeth, finally nodding, suppressing the anger inside, wearing a smile on his face, no matter how fake or stiff, at least he smiled.
No matter what, they had to get through this engagent banquet.
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