"You're here, sir." George quickly recovered from his shock and lowered his head respectfully.The crowd shrank to the sides and made a path. Henry Quinton walked through the hall. His hair was completely white, but his stride was steady and commanding, his presence alone enough to silence the room. "If I hadn't come," he said coldly, "you might have turned my family's banquet into one of your own."George's face nearly fell, but he would not show his displeasure to the richest man in Imperia. My foster parents were humble farmers who had never seen anything like this, and they were stunned.Wendy did not recognize the head of the Quintons, and she said arrogantly, "And who are you supposed to be, old man? Get out! George is the eldest son of the Foster family. Who do you think you are?"The stage was set. I wiped my tears away and watched coldly. Leslie and John quickly pulled her back, but Wendy was used to getting spoiled, she thought the world revolved around her.She appr
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