Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Contempt

「A few minutes ago」

A man in a suit stopped in front of Sylvia Lancaster.

He was young, probably in his twenties.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and when his eyes behind the lenses fell upon Sylvia Lancaster, they unconsciously revealed a mix of astonishment and delight. "Miss Lancaster, I never expected to run into you here!"

Sylvia was taken aback. She studied the young man before her but found that she had no impression of him at all.

But she knew that anyone who could get into this banquet was likely either rich or powerful, so she put on a polite smile and replied, "I’m sorry, and you are...?"

The young man with glasses didn’t seem to mind that Sylvia didn’t recognize him. Seeing her speak to him, he replied with a slightly excited smile, "Don’t you remember me, Miss Lancaster? I’m Wendy Sheffield’s older brother, Winston Sheffield. We met before at Wendy’s birthday party!"

Hearing this, the smile on Sylvia Lancaster’s face gradually faded.

’I thought he was the young master of some prominent family, not Wendy Sheffield’s brother.’

The Sheffield Family was of average means. Although her parents worked in the public sector, they didn’t hold high-ranking positions, and the family had no businesses to speak of. Ultimately, they were just a working-class family with stable jobs.

Winston Sheffield was young and still grinding it out at the bottom of the public sector ladder. ’He’s probably only here,’ Sylvia thought, ’because he’s the government liaison for Paige Walsh’s research institute. That must be how he got an invitation to this banquet.’

A man of Winston Sheffield’s standing was not even in the realm of consideration for Sylvia Lancaster.

’Even if he gets promoted in the future, that’ll be a long time from now. I’m not about to spend half my life waiting for a man to grow into his potential.’

So Sylvia raised a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and asked perfunctorily, "Oh, it’s you. Long time no see. How is Wendy?"

Ever since the Lancaster Family went bankrupt, Wendy Sheffield had never contacted Sylvia again. Sylvia had almost forgotten about her little hanger-on.

But Winston Sheffield nodded happily, replying earnestly, "Wendy is doing great. She’s just a little afraid to go out after dark, so she’s been staying home. If you miss her, Miss Lancaster, you’re welcome to come over and visit anytime."

Sylvia found this rather amusing. ’Me, visit the Sheffield Family? Who are they to deserve a visit from a lady of the Hayes Family?’

Sylvia just gave a noncommittal response and walked away with Lily Adler.

After Sylvia left, Winston Sheffield stared after her, a gentle and lingering look in his eyes, his face a picture of pure adoration.

’He’d liked Sylvia Lancaster for a long time. Unfortunately, when she was the young lady of the Lancaster Family, she was out of his league. Now that she was a lady of the Hayes Family, she was still out of his league...’

Nina Summers had just gone to get some dessert and returned to see Winston Sheffield chatting up Sylvia Lancaster.

Seeing Winston now, staring blankly at Sylvia’s departing figure, Nina bit her lip in frustration. ’Winston was always so reserved and distant with her. He’d never once looked at her with such a tender and lingering gaze!’

Nina Summers walked up to Winston Sheffield, dessert in hand, and asked reproachfully, "Winston, what are you looking at?"

Her voice snapped Winston back to reality. He turned to glance at Nina, his gentle, fawning expression from when he faced Sylvia gone, replaced by a cold look. "...Nothing."

Seeing his distant and cold demeanor, Nina tightened her grip on the small porcelain dish. "Don’t lie to me, I saw everything. You were talking to that woman... Who is she? Do you know her?"

Winston shot Nina an impatient glance, a trace of disgust showing in his eyes.

Nina was wearing a pale yellow dress today. Although just managing to look presentable was difficult in these apocalyptic times, her attire seemed far too plain for a banquet like this, even giving off a cheap impression.

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