The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1321

"Young people these days are in no rush to date, and certainly no rush to marry," one of the elderly women at the table chimed in.

"All the good men and women are getting snatched up by others."

"It's a good thing your grandfather arranged a match for you when you were little!"

"Why didn't my family think of arranging a childhood engagement for my grandson?"

Well, it was too late to complain about it now.

Claire glanced at Dane.

She hadn’t expected him to be such a hit with the older crowd.

These elderly folks weren't the least bit intimidated by Dane's typically icy demeanor.

"Dane, dear, do you have any brothers who are just as handsome as you? My granddaughter is away at college, and I worry about her dating out there."

"Who knows if someone is just after our James Village inheritance!"

"But you're different—we know your roots. Why don't you introduce someone to my granddaughter?"

The old woman wasn't shy in the slightest, demanding an introduction straight to his face.

"No."

Dane’s refusal was incredibly blunt.

"How can you not have anyone?" She wasn't ready to give up. "If not a brother, a friend would do."

"I apologize, but I really don't." Dane had zero interest in playing matchmaker.

The woman didn't seem too disappointed. "Fair enough. Handsome young men like you are rare."

"Actually, it's not good for a man to be too good-looking anyway; it attracts too much unwanted attention."

"Someone a bit more average would be fine."

"Someone on par with Edison or Dewitt would do just fine."

Claire listened with an invisible bead of sweat dropping down her forehead: ladies, your standards are absolutely astronomical!

Edison and Dewitt were practically the epitome of high-value men.

And they considered that average?

They were reaching for the stars!

The best trait of the villagers was that they knew how to listen!

Seeing that they had dropped the subject, Claire let it go.

At exactly noon, fireworks echoed through the air, signaling the start of the banquet!

While the bride and groom made their rounds for toasts, Claire and the rest focused entirely on the feast.

Since Dewitt had been helping out, he was eating late and had pulled up an extra chair at the table next to Claire's.

Sitting at that very table were Mable Sutton and her cousin, Yolanda Yates.

Patti and Mable's mother were also seated there.

Patti shot her son a pointed look. "Dewitt, this is Yolanda. You're sitting right next to her, and it's hard for her to reach the dishes. Serve her some food."

Dewitt cast a sideways glance at Yolanda.

He already had a pretty good idea of what his mother was plotting.

But he wasn't interested in Yolanda.

The girl looked entirely too timid and shrinking for his taste; she definitely wasn't his type.