Chapter 269 Compete With Money, Right?
William ignored the sarcastic comments, his gaze fixed on Harper.
He needed to find an opportunity to approach Harper.
Betty, upset, was about to stand and speak when William pushed her back down.
'She's a young girl, indeed, with a fiery temper,' William pondered secretly.
Everyone was introducing themselves, most of them men, all dressed in sharp suits. Unfortunately, their little schemes were obvious to outsiders.
Betty was the daughter of the Underground King of Lindwood City, Alan. Building a good relationship with her would be greatly beneficial in the future!
As for the Price family of Radiant Harbor City, they no longer had much influence in many areas, so there was no need to flatter Harper.
Betty was still angry about their disdain for William earlier and didn't pay them any attention.
These people were as changeable as the wind.
At this moment, a well-dressed, imposing man suddenly stood up, saying, "Betty, I toast to you. I'm Dashiell Gonzales. Nice to meet you."
His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration for Betty and a burning intensity when he looked at Harper!
Dashiell had a scholarly air, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and good skin—a typical gigolo.
But the aura he exuded was that of a nobleman.
Especially when he looked at Betty and Harper, his eyes carried a special meaning, and his smile was gentle. He raised his glass and drank it all in one go.
Betty was a bit stunned as she didn't know this man.
"Betty, don't just sit there. Dashiell is toasting you. Shouldn't you quickly have a drink? Dashiell is one of the four young masters of Imperial City, a prominent young talent!" Emilia said as she excitedly nudged Betty, though she was actually very jealous of her.
A prominent young talent?
One of the four young masters of Imperial City?
Since when did Imperial City have a title like that?
The Gonzales family of Imperial City?
It seemed somewhat familiar.
William frowned slightly and looked at Emilia beside Betty. He felt that Emilia had ulterior motives and seemed to be trying to match Betty with Dashiell!
Simeon, sipping morosely in the corner, appeared unwell.
He liked Betty, but at this moment, he couldn't sit by her side to protect her.
A man beside Simeon nudged his shoulder and teased, "Simeon, you're acting strange today. Dashiell clearly has his eyes on Betty, and you haven't reacted at all? Have you given up?"
"Idiot!" Simeon cursed.
He snorted coldly, then sneered and muttered, "Dashiell is courting death! Of all people, he had to go after Betty."
The people around him were confused, thinking Simeon was drunk, and didn't pay much attention.
Ever since Dashiell showed interest in Betty, the other men who were previously interested in Betty chose to remain silent, just sitting there watching.
They all knew that Dashiell always got the woman he wanted!
Competing with Dashiell for a woman was simply a death wish!
In the private room were men and a few women, all gaping at Betty with envy. They were all interested in Dashiell, but he didn't even glance at them.
He only had eyes for Betty and Harper!
William found this dinner quite interesting. Everyone had their own agenda, and it was clear that there would be a good show to watch.
"I can't drink," Betty declined.
Emilia scolded, "Betty, how can you say that? Dashiell offering you a drink is a great honor. Besides, a little drink won't hurt. I went through a lot of trouble to arrange this gathering. You can't embarrass me."
She angrily questioned, "Don't you want to be his girlfriend?"
Betty was stunned and coldly said to Emilia, "I have a boyfriend!"
She had already realized that her good friend Emilia was selling out their friendship to gain Dashiell's favor.
Couldn't they see William sitting next to her?
"It's okay. If Betty doesn't want to drink, we shouldn't force her," Dashiell said.
As he said this, his face visibly darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He then silently sat down, glancing at William, and asked, "Ms. Jordan, what does your boyfriend do?"
'Oh, so now he's directing his anger at me?' William sneered inwardly.
"I'm a delivery driver," William said coldly.
"Wow, a delivery driver, that's truly impressive. I've heard so much about you!" Dashiell suddenly started praising, with a look of admiration on his face. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't catch the blatant sarcasm.
"Haha, Mr. Gonzales, that's quite something. For someone to impress you, they must be extraordinary," A man at the table spoke up.
He was fat, wearing a gold watch, and his face was so fleshy that his eyes were squeezed into slits. His entire appearance screamed "nouveau riche."
This fat man smugly played with the Rolex on his wrist, glanced at William, and commented, "This delivery driver seems to embody the virtues of thrift and frugality. His entire outfit probably doesn't cost more than five hundred dollars, right? Truly impressive! I bet your delivery job pays, what, four or five thousand dollars a month at most? Mr. Gonzales' company has a monthly turnover of tens of millions of dollars! That's more than you could earn in a few hundred years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room burst into laughter, including Emilia, who laughed the loudest!
Betty's face immediately turned cold!
She had brought William here today to deal with Simeon, but unexpectedly, Dashiell showed up, catching her off guard.
What was worse was that these people were targeting William.
She looked at William with some guilt, only to find him nonchalantly playing a mobile game!
Mocking William was equivalent to mocking her, which she absolutely couldn't tolerate!
She, Betty, was being ridiculed by a few second-rate rich kids. If word got out, how embarrassing would that be?
Betty immediately stood up, grabbed William's hand, and said angrily, "Let's go!"
But to her surprise, William grabbed her hand, shrugged, and said, "No rush. Let's sit for a while. Since we're here, we might as well eat our fill before leaving."
William found it funny that a bunch of rich kids flaunted their wealth in front of him.
In terms of competing with money, he had never been afraid of anyone.
"Eat your fill? Hahaha, truly impressive! I really don't know what Betty sees in you; you're a disgrace to us men!" Tarquin Montague spoke up at this moment. He could see that Dashiell was very interested in Betty, so he helped Dashiell by attacking William, hoping to earn Dashiell's favor.
Another round of laughter ensued.
"Hey, Tarquin, that's not right. We've already said he's impressive. Thrift and frugality should be promoted. After all, being able to dine at Royal Orchid Fine Dining is no small feat. Just that alone is enough for him to brag about for a lifetime!" the fat man from earlier chimed in, mocking.
However, William looked at them calmly, not taking it to heart at all.
Betty's face grew increasingly grim. She stood up and shouted angrily, "Enough! Emilia, is this how you treat my boyfriend?"
"Oh, Betty, don't be mad. We're doing this for your own good. You know how embarrassing it is to have such an unaccomplished boyfriend. What's wrong with Dashiell? He's handsome, rich, and has a successful career. So many people admire him, but he doesn't even look at them. You're the first one he likes. How can you not understand my intentions?" Emilia spoke in a tone that suggested she was doing it for Betty's benefit.
"For my own good? By humiliating my boyfriend like this!" Betty said, her face completely cold. She picked up her bag and said coldly, "Emilia, let's not contact each other anymore!"
"You really piss me off!" Emilia said angrily with her arms crossed.
Could any woman chosen by Dashiell escape?
Betty was childish!
"William, right? How about considering a job at my company? The salary will definitely be higher than your delivery job," Dashiell said, holding a glass of red wine and a mocking smile on his face. He scoffed, "I think you're quite suited to living off a woman. Up until now, you haven't dared to say a word. I really feel sorry for Betty."
William suddenly perked up and coldly said, "Dashiell, right? I think you're quite narcissistic. Do you have a lot of money?"
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