Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 326

At the summit stood a colossal, singular mansion overlooking the sprawling lake, with manicured lawns stretching all the way to the water's edge where state-of-the-art jet skis and luxury yachts were docked.

Gavin thought only royalty lived like this, but he remembered hearing rumors that Quentin owned private islands and castles overseas, proving the man's wealth was truly unfathomable.

They drove past multiple grand fountains before reaching the guest parking lot, which was still a few hundred feet from the main entrance.

The lot was packed with supercars, and a private helipad sat nearby, complete with parked aircraft.

Dazzled by the endless rows of luxury vehicles, Gavin couldn't stop taking photos on his phone.

From the moment he walked in, Gavin was utterly defeated by the host's sheer financial power.

He turned to comfort his boss. "Mr. Prescott is in his forties. You're still young, Mr. Whitman. Give it another ten years, and you might be just as rich."

Lucius had to admit there was some truth to that.

A group of Quentin's trusted executives stood at the entrance to welcome guests, including Sebastian St. John, prompting Lucius to greet him politely, "Mr. St. John!"

Sebastian, who had been brutally cold to Lucius and Liliana at the wedding, seemed to be in high spirits tonight, smiling as he shook Lucius's hand and led him inside.

The reception hall was the size of a football stadium, lined with bottles of wine worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and catered by Michelin-starred chefs.

"Sebastian."

Enduring a few cold shoulders was worth it, as not exposing her on the spot was the only mercy they offered.

"Lucius, what is your problem? Why didn't you pick up Lily?"

Sheri materialized out of the crowd.

Lucius took one look at her and scowled, seeing she was dressed like a desperate pop star craving tabloid attention in a shockingly revealing outfit that stripped away any illusion of high-society elegance; it was so vulgar it needed to be censored for photos, and while he knew she had a good figure, this was simply embarrassing.

Lucius took a sip of his wine and scoffed, "My business is none of yours."