บททั้งหมดของ When Life Takes A Turn: บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

The memorial service for Grandpa Larson was held unbeknownst to any commoners because they would not be involved due to the disparity of their statuses. However, it was a grand event for the upper-class social circle of Waltz City and Fenx City. Many people would be paying rapt attention to this event. Many fine restaurants in Waltz City and Fenx City had tried contacting the Larsons in advance in the hopes that they could cater for the memorial and make a huge profit from it. The memorial service for the Larsons was not held at just any grand location—it was held at The Oasis. Many venue vendors were very disappointed to hear the news as they were missing out on a huge business deal. Everyone was well aware that the Larsons were very generous with their money, and that the family’s annual memorial service would be held at an especially grand scale, so they would have been looking at a profit of a few million dollars.However, The Oasis was deemed to be an acceptable location unde

Zayn was here for real. Raymond’s pupils constricted beyond his control when he saw Zayn as he felt even more anxious now. The numerous Larsons in the hall narrowed their eyes and assumed completely different expressions from Raymond’s the moment they saw Zayn. Delighted, they were gloating to themselves about how successful their scheme was…Jordan looked at Zayn with a tinge of admiration in his gaze. Zayn had the courage to attend the event solo anyhow. Not everyone had the boldness to attend a memorial service alone. Of course, it was one thing to admire him and another thing to decide what to do with him. Zidane looked towards Zayn with the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly. He looked just like a poisonous snake that had its eyes on its prey. Everyone’s gaze was fixed upon Zayn. At this very moment, he sensed pressure that he had never experienced before. However, the pressure dissolved into nothingness when he took a breath. He smiled and walked into the h

Zayn’s words were like a nuke sending a seismic shock to every single Larson in the room. Their eyes widened, and their reactions quickly became violent.Many of them went from zero to absolute rage in a matter of seconds, and they were sure to let Zayn know through the glares they shot him. The most senior members of the family—those who had been talking just moments ago—slapped their hands over their chest as the color left their mien before they gasped for air. The news was so shocking to them that they thought they were going to pass out!Jordan’s reaction was overblown, too. He blurted out a yelp, “Seven billion dollars of inheritance and you gave it all out for charity?!”Just how thriftless and dumb must a punk be to pull off that sort of thing?!Apoplectic, many in the family abandoned whatever courtesies they might have used moments ago as they leaped to their feet and strode towards Zayn before unleashing a salvo of shrieking censures.“You prodigal b*stard! How could yo

All Zayn did was smile without another word and enjoy the fulsome adulations and their pathetic flatteries. It was impossible to not feel immensely gratified—especially since these were the same family members who gave not a damn about the blood he shared with them when they decided to kill him with character assassination four years ago.Zayn was practically banished from the family under the threat of death by physical assault! It had been such a harrowing experience to him that he remembered every single bit of it vividly. The first two years following that incident had given him frequent nightmares as he catapulted up from his sleep, drenched in cold sweat and dread.Look at how the tides had changed. Now, the very same people were licking his boots with the gushiness of a dog. Zayn could not help but be amused by this striking irony.Meanwhile, the Larsons continued to flatter him as hard as they could until they ran out of flowery things to say, and yet, the young man appeared

It made sense for Raymond to feel that way. This was a riot formed by Machiavellian people who had long adapted to positions of power and clout. They were used to seeing loyal subjects and yes-men. They had been in power for so long that they continued to blindly carry themselves with the authoritative air of kings, regardless of the capabilities they truly held.Take an aura like that and mix it with explosive furor—pure intimidation was inevitable. A normal person might start fearing for themselves just by being near an angry Sean Wilson or an infuriated Victor Smith for the same reason, let alone those who occupy even higher positions of power like Jordan, Shane, or Zidane.Whatever visceral reaction Zayn had that shadowed his mien, however, expired after a mere second. He lapsed back to his usual demeanor with a slight smile on his lips. He was rather immune to these sorts of high-society pressure, so at most, all the rioting around him did was to make some of his bones pop.Mr.