Jordan Nelson

David Smith shouted loudly. Everyone present could hear his voice clearly. They were all shocked and curious at the same time.

In their hearts, they wondered, what was David Smith going to do?

"Alright, I will do as you ordered," said David as he stood up from his seat.

Hearing that, Willie and Saras smirked. They were truly delighted because that was exactly the answer they wanted.

"David! What are you doing?" Luna, who was behind him, suddenly spoke up.

The woman was shocked by David's response. She wanted to stop him, but the situation no longer allowed it. Moreover, she knew that the groom was not someone to be offended.

"Be quiet, Miss Luna!" Willie said with a victorious smile. "Just sit there and watch the show."

"Come on, kneel before my husband!" Saras snapped at David. Her voice was loud, clearly intended for all the guests to hear.

David gritted his teeth. In his entire life, he had never experienced something like this.

If Willie weren’t from a powerful family, he would have already beaten the arrogant groom.

"Come on! Why are you just standing there?" Willie said, signaling David to kneel.

But David still refused to comply. He remained standing as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Luna sat behind him, tense. She desperately hoped David would not follow Willie's orders.

"Hey, poor man! Why are you still silent? Obey Mr. Willie!"

"That's right, kneel before him!"

"Come on, we can't wait to see you kneel!"

"If you do it, I'll give you ten dollars as a thank you!"

The murmurs of the guests filled the room again. Every word spoken was full of mockery and insults toward David Smith.

They laughed loudly, as if this scene was highly entertaining.

Unable to bear it any longer, Luna finally stood up and chose to leave rather than endure the humiliation.

"Miss Luna, where are you going? Don’t you want to witness this rare spectacle?" Willie asked sarcastically as he saw Luna walking out of the hall.

She stopped and turned around briefly before saying, "To hell with your nonsense. Mark my words, one day, I will make you pay for this humiliation!"

With that, Luna George finally left the Berlian Hall.

She walked away carrying pain and resentment that could not be erased.

"Your wife has left. Now, do as my husband commanded. Otherwise, you’ll regret it," Saras said impatiently, eager to see David kneel.

David Smith clenched his fists tightly. Slowly, he started to bow. Just before he could kneel, a voice suddenly rang out from the back of the room.

"What is going on here? Why does it sound like there's a commotion?"

An elderly man, around seventy years old, wearing a white suit, stepped out from the corner of the room. Behind him, two tall men in black suits followed closely.

They walked toward Willie and Saras.

"Father..." Willie immediately greeted his father’s arrival, as did Saras.

Upon realizing who had entered, all the guests' behavior instantly changed. Now, they all fell silent and showed great respect toward the elderly man.

"Explain to me quickly, what is going on, Willie?" asked the old man, Jordan Nelson, the head of the Nelson family.

Willie Nelson then explained the entire incident at Berlian Hall to his father in detail, adding some "extra seasoning" to his story.

"That's right, Father-in-law. This poor man dared to come here and deliberately ruin our celebration," Saras added, pointing at David, who was still standing with his head lowered.

"Who is this man? How did he get in here?" Jordan Nelson asked as he examined David Smith from head to toe.

In his heart, he was slightly puzzled. Among all the guests, this man was the only one who looked different.

"He is the son-in-law of the George Family," Willie answered loudly.

"Father-in-law, can you believe that the George Family has a son-in-law as poor as this man?"

"Hmm… and why are you forcing him to kneel?" Jordan Nelson asked, ignoring his son-in-law’s comment.

"Because he is poor, Father-in-law. Among all of us, he has the lowest status. So, isn't it only fair that we make him kneel?" Saras said triumphantly.

She was confident that her father-in-law would support her intentions.

"Hey, loser, lift your face! It seems my father wants to see your pathetic expression," Willie commanded.

David Smith complied. Without saying a word, he raised his head and looked Jordan Nelson in the eye.

The moment their gazes met, something completely unexpected happened.

Jordan Nelson immediately dropped to his knees upon realizing who this "poor man" really was.

Seeing their master kneel, the two men accompanying him followed suit without hesitation.

"M-Master… Why… Why are you here?" Jordan Nelson asked with trembling lips.

In his heart, David Smith was also surprised. He hadn’t expected the old man to recognize him so clearly.

"Where I go is none of your concern," David Smith finally spoke after a long silence.

But his voice had changed. It was cold and carried an air of authority.

Jordan Nelson swallowed hard. Sweat started to soak his back. Facing David Smith was no different from facing the angel of death.

"M-Master… Please, please forgive my insolent son. I promise to give him a harsh lesson," Jordan Nelson pleaded in fear.

The entire room fell into stunned silence. No one could believe what they were witnessing.

Willie and Saras exchanged bewildered glances. The newlywed couple was utterly confused.

"Father, what is the meaning of this? Why are you kneeling before a loser like him?" Willie asked furiously. He was enraged to see his father bowing.

To him, it was a disgrace to the Nelson Family’s reputation.

"You insolent brat! Shut your mouth this instant!" Jordan Nelson suddenly stood up and glared at his son sharply.

All the guests turned their attention toward the family. In their hearts, they all had the same question.

What on earth was happening?

Seeing his father’s sudden change in attitude, Willie was in complete disbelief. It felt like he was trapped in the worst nightmare of his life.

"Father, what is wrong with you? Why… Why are you acting like this?" Willie asked, utterly confused.

"Enough questions. Kneel before Master Smith immediately!" Jordan Nelson ordered in a commanding tone.