The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1397

"Why are you wasting your breath on him, Quentin?"

Waylon was already losing his patience.

Ewan let out a cold laugh. "Save it, Quentin. I know exactly what kind of person Waylon is."

"But since you weren't invited tonight, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Leave? Why the hell would we leave?" Waylon touched the swelling bump on his forehead. "Look at this! I got injured trying to make it here tonight!"

"And look at my cousin, he was bleeding! If we weren't in such a rush to see Mr. Churchill, we'd be at the hospital right now!"

"If that isn't sincerity, I don't know what is."

He turned to Owen. "Mr. Churchill, you guys are dining on steak. You can at least let us have some of the scraps, right?"

Waylon's attitude was arrogant and demanding.

He was practically trying to force his way into their partnership.

There was no way in hell Owen was going to entertain him.

Before Owen could even speak, Hanson sneered. "If you take the scraps, what are the rest of us supposed to eat?"

"There's only so much to go around, and the shares have already been divided. You're too late."

Caleb Lewis chimed in as well. "Waylon, if Owen didn't invite you, it means he's already chosen his partners."

"Haven't you made enough money tailing Quentin anyway?"

"Why are you trying to make things difficult for us?"

"It's a rare and lucrative project. It's perfectly normal for everyone to want a piece of it."

"But in business, it's first come, first served."

"This is a private dinner for the partners. Crashing it uninvited is incredibly rude."

Caleb's hostility was blatantly obvious.

Waylon's face contorted with anger. If Quentin hadn't been holding him back, he would have started swinging.

Then again, he was no match for the men in this room anyway.

Still, he couldn't bear to let such a massive opportunity slip through his fingers.

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