Chapter 161
Generous Hospitality ##James had a gentle look on his face as he extended both arms welcomingly. “I hope God blesses you with better things, young man.”
Rudd never dreamed that he could enter the Reid residence’s front doors. After all, the Reids were rich beyond belief-to the point where someone like Rudd was unworthy of even mentioning their name. Now, alongside entering the residence, Rudd even got to experience such generous hospitality.
The excitement caused his chest to tighten, leaving him breathless again. Seeing that, James put down his arms and chuckled. “I suppose my presence might make things slightly awkward, so I’ll be on my way now.”
He then promptly turned on his heel to leave with his walking cane in hand.
Rudd’s jaw stayed agape for the longest time. Never in a million years did he imagine tycoons like the Reid family behaving kindly toward those with less wealth.
Once Darius and Rudd were the only ones left in the hallway, the latter spoke up in a meek tone. “Man, I’m so nervous! 1 once asked a random person about the Reid Consortium, and would you believe it? People say that your family name holds many assets-enough to make you gods!”
“You’re exaggerating. That’s not true at all.” Darius chuckled while shaking his head.
Before Rudd could rebuke him, the phone in Darius’ pocket rang. Hence, he kept quiet, waiting as his friend answered the call. He eventually turned to look at the many photos and the famous painting on the hallway’s walls.
Rudd had seen that painting before. His grandfather wanted to purchase it during an auction. However, the painting’s starting price alone had already exceeded the combined net worth of his entire family. Because of that, Rudd’s family could only give up on acquiring the painting.
Little did Rudd know the painting his grandfather wanted to store in their basement privately would appear in the Reid residence’s hallway. He could not help thinking, “Damn. I wonder what the art pieces stored in the Reid family’s private collections would look like. Not only that, but how much are they worth?” Knowing his best friend now lived in a well-off environment, Rudd no longer felt worried for him.
Meanwhile, Darius answered the phone and heard Erin’s voice on the other end of the line.” Dearest Mr. Reid, your participation is essential for our upcoming task to succeed.”
It was crystal clear to Darius that his temporary vacation had ended at that point. Weariness weighed down his voice as he asked, “What is it about?”
Erin detected Darius’ unwillingness but chose to ignore it. “Many contracts and files are awaiting your signatures at the hospital. We also can’t complete the procedures for collaboration projects without you. Most importantly, the other chairpeople of the hospital want to schedule a meeting with you as soon as possible.” “Okay.” Darius nodded. “I’ll head over now.” Rudd happened to hear that and immediately walked over. “Then I’ll see myself out too. But um, can I hitch a ride with you?”
“Of course,” said Darius, who cocked a brow before pivoting on his heel. “Hey, Rudd. Try to keep up.” Moments later, they arrived before a fleet of luxury vehicles worth a minimum of twenty million dollars.
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