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Tristan stood at the front of the room, microphone in hand, smiling warmly at the newlyweds.At least, that was the performance he was putting on.Because the truth? His eyes kept sliding to Table 1. To Maxwell. To the one man who had spent the entire evening existing in a way that made Tristan want to flip every table in the Grand Belmont.He hated Maxwell with all his being right now. Looking at him unbothered by all of it, acting like he belonged somewhere he clearly didn't, made Tristan hate him more with every passing second.Wasn't this Maxwell pathetic? Compared to Tristan, he was nothing but a small fry. His salary was a single drop in the ocean compared to what Tristan earned. That was the reality that annoyed Tristan so much, the fact that he just couldn't forget it.How could someone who was so clearly beneath him not realize it? Usually, in this world, the little people did not dare to challenge the people at the top. They bowed their heads, they laughed at the right jokes