After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 757

Chapter 757

If this had been an hour earlier, Mrs. Wright probably would have wanted more people to come and make sure everyone knew about Cody's release. However, things were different now.

She wasn't answering any calls or messages. Brayden, being a bit younger, was able to answer some calls and then informed his mother, "Mom, several families have called, saying they want to attend and postponed other matters to make it. I turned them down."

Brayden wasn't naïve; he knew these people wanted to come because of the many bigwigs present at the event.

Initially, he thought that no one would come to the Wright family's Banquet, but now that he knew so many were coming, he could see why others wanted to join as well.

He might have underestimated the turnout, but the Wright family wasn't in such dire straits.

They had invested in various businesses, and they could still maintain the image they needed to. With Franklin and Sylvia's extensive network, and the high-profile guests they had invited, Brayden was genuinely grateful.

Mrs. Wright took a sip of her tea and raised an eyebrow.

She had been part of high society for many years, and she had a tinge of mockery in her eyes as she said, "They want to come now when there's no room for them? They ignored us before, and now they think they can climb up. You couldn't care less about us earlier, now you can't afford it."

Mrs. Wright finished and then glanced at the president's assistant who was nearby, talking to Cody. She wondered what his true intentions were.

"The higher you hold your head, the more they'll take notice. If they call and we accept, they will think the Wright family is easy to mess with."

Mrs. Wright pursed her lips and then served Sylvia a dish. "Sylvia, thanks to you and Franklin, you've saved my face."

She genuinely felt thankful, "When did you get to know so many people? You have so many hidden sides."

Sylvia's dark almond eyes gleamed slightly, "I knew them before."

She didn't elaborate much, as the acquaintance of some people was purely coincidental.

It was Franklin who set down his tea cup and looked at Sylvia meaningfully, "There are even more people here than I expected. How many sides of you do I not know?"

Sylvia glanced at the familiar faces in the room and blinked. "I just happen to have a few friends from Urgford. Is that so surprising?"

Seeing so many guests, she was genuinely pleased, feeling that as long as she encountered any troubles, these people would reach out to help. She made sure to remember all the guests who came.

Arian and Blake, who were usually poles apart, appeared to be great friends, at least from an outsider's perspective.

Blake wore a somewhat irritable expression and said, "Arian, how long do you plan to keep avoiding me?"

Arian, with an air of sophistication, looked at him and said, "Mr. Rees, I'm not quite following. What are you talking about?"

Blake, cold-faced and visibly agitated, was not pleased at all. Arian had been avoiding him for half a year, making him fume with frustration. If it weren't for Sylvia's call, he might not have seen him at all. He was nearly impossible to meet.

Compared to Blake's hot temper, Arian exuded a mysterious aura. With his handsome features, he was captivating, and his mere presence demanded attention.

Blake was also good-looking with fair skin, tall stature.

Blake couldn't help but say, "You've gone abroad to escape me for almost half a year, Arian. I'm telling you, if you dare to run again, I'll break your legs."

"Mr. Rees, calm down," Arian remained indifferent, showing no interest in what was happening between them.

The other guests at their table, upon hearing their conversation, felt a bit uneasy. They were afraid of inadvertently hearing something secretive among these big shots that might lead to trouble. While it was apparent that the two men had a rather turbulent relationship, Arian's eyes held an inexplicable indulgence when he looked at Blake.

Their temperaments were entirely different, yet their connection was strangely harmonious. It was quite bizarre. Two men... with an oddly aligned connection.

Especially when Blake, after taking a bite of a mushroom, had mushroom juice at the corner of his mouth. Arian, in the most natural manner, grabbed a tissue and tenderly wiped it away. This unexpected harmony bore a hint of ambiguity.

It seemed that among all the people present, only Blake dared to speak to Arian like this. But what was peculiar was that, instead of Arian lashing out, he was oddly indulgent...

What were these two gentlemen up to?

Just as everyone was secretly watching them, they suddenly heard Jorge's voice as he cleared his throat while holding a microphone.

All of them were taken aback, and their attention quickly shifted to Jorge. His earlier approach had sparked their curiosity, and now they were even more intrigued.

Jorge walked over to the small stage at the center of the banquet hall, his features refined and courteous.