Chapter 228 The Son-in-Law Comes Calling
The villa had been meticulously cleaned multiple times. The restroom was spotless with a hint of perfume, and there was a new trashcan lined with a black bag.
Other than Eddy's jacket tossed inside, there was nothing else.
Eddy didn't hesitate; he grabbed his jacket, ready to put it back on.
"Sorry, but I'm not a germophobe."
Myron's gaze turned icy as he suddenly snatched the jacket away and casually threw it into the sink.
The next second, the sound of running water was heard.
The faucet above the sink instantly soaked the pink jacket.
"Myron Curtis!"
Eddy called out in agony, but it was too late to save his jacket.
Fuming, he yelled, "You scoundrel!"
"You're just too jealous!"
Myron stood still with a hint of a smirk, looking entirely unbothered.
"Pink doesn't suit you; it's an eyesore."
After saying that, Myron washed his hands and walked away.
Eddy's mouth twitched violently as he looked into the mirror at his shirt-clad self, fuming with frustration.
That damn Myron Curtis always bullying him.
He was the innocent one, having picked out a suit at random, and now his jacket met its untimely end here.
After Myron left the restroom, he intended to find Luann Weaver, but Alvin Curtis intercepted him.
Luann Weaver sat in her original spot, waiting for Myron while leisurely eating cake.
A deep voice, barely containing its excitement, came from behind her.
"Se... Senior..."
Luann turned around.
It was Bob.
He wore a dark gray suit that spoke volumes of his imposing stature, broad shoulders giving a sense of security.
His long fingers nervously slid along the edge of his pants, trying to subdue the palpitations of his heart.
Bob gazed at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, catching his breath in his throat while his heart raced uncontrollably.
"Hello."
Luann Weaver stood up, extending her hand courteously.
Bob swallowed hard, gently clasping her soft hand, careful not to be too presumptuous. He briefly touched her fingertips before quickly releasing them. Even so, he felt it an immense honor.
Luann Weaver and Bob faced each other.
Neither of them initiated a conversation.
The atmosphere swiftly grew awkward until an intrusive voice burst in.
"Bro, what are you doing here?"
Ally appeared from nowhere, latching onto Bob's arm and positioning herself beside him, her chin raised defiantly as she scrutinized Luann Weaver.
There was a clear displeasure in her eyes.
Was this vixen trying to seduce her brother?
Seeing how protective her brother was of Luann Weaver, something might be going on between them.
Bob quickly extricated himself from Ally's grip, saying, "This is my sister, Ally."
Luann Weaver glanced at Ally nonchalantly, "Yes, we've met."
Ally snorted, "Met is putting it lightly. If I hadn't backed out, how could she have climbed the social ladder and married into the Curtis family?"
Suddenly, Bob remembered the past fling between Ally and Myron Curtis.
However, this marriage had been arranged by the elders of their families years ago, and in fact, Myron Curtis had barely met Ally twice.
Then, the incident happened.
At the time, Ally thought Myron Curtis was too ugly after his face was disfigured, and she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with such a man, so she made a fuss about calling off the wedding.
And he had particularly supported Ally.
Now, he felt a tinge of regret.
If his sister had married Myron Curtis, did that mean he still had a chance?
Luann Weaver's lips curved in a smile, not at all upset.
"Miss Ally, isn't it tiresome to keep repeating the same thing?"
Ally rolled her eyes, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Whatever, let's go somewhere else, forget about her," she said dismissively to her brother.
Bob spoke in a stern tone, "You go say hello to Vito Curtis; I'll be right there."
Ally pouted in dissatisfaction, stomping her foot.
"Bro!"
"Go now."
Ally bit her lip, not speaking further, but shot Luann Weaver a severe glare before walking away.
Peter North cleared his throat, "Elder, how have you been lately?"
"Pretty good," Bob mused, the idea seemingly resonating with him. He always wanted to reach out to his mentor but worried that being too persistent might seem intrusive. "When you have some free time, could we possibly go racing together?"
Luann Weaver hummed noncommittally, "I've got some important things on my plate right now, probably can't make it."
A shadow of disappointment crossed Bob's eyes.
"Then, whenever you're free, just come find me."
"Sure," Luann replied with breezy confidence.
"I'll go find Vito Curtis now," Bob said reluctantly.
"Mhm."
Once he left, Luann settled back into her seat only to notice a woman dressed in a dazzling outfit approaching.
"Good evening, sis," she called out.
Luann sipped her drink, "You feel at ease coming to a place like this?"
Juliet Weaver laughed softly, her eyes sparkling under the lights. "If you can be here, why can't I?"
"Don't worry, sis. I'll climb my way up, and eventually, even the high and mighty Curtis family will open their doors to me and invite me in."
Luann eyed her skeptically. "Young people should learn to be grounded."
"Dreamless."
Juliet's expression momentarily turned cold. "Isn't it funny to hear you preach about being grounded?"
"Don't forget who brought you out from the sticks."
"It was Dad."
"If it weren't for Dad, you'd probably still be stuck in that rundown backwater village. How could you have the good life—fine food, nice clothes, a big house?"
"Now that you've married Myron Curtis and snagged a wealthy and powerful benefactor, have you forgotten your place?"
"Forgotten, who bestowed these gifts on you?"
Luann simply smiled at Juliet's words, her face devoid of anger as though her sister's attempt to provoke her was ineffective.
"So what?" Luann inquired gently.
Juliet lifted her chin proudly. "I'm saying without dad, without the Weaver family, what would you, Luann Weaver, be?"
Luann nodded thoughtfully, her right hand resting on her chin. "But do you realize that all the wealth of the Weaver family was originally my mother's?"
Juliet was taken aback.
Luann continued, "The father you so respect was nothing more than a man who married into our family."
"If the Weaver family were splitting up the inheritance, it wouldn't trickle down to you, would it?" Luann Weaver gently curled a strand of Juliet Weaver's hair around her finger, pulling with enough force to make Juliet's scalp tingle with numbness. With a tender motion, Luann tucked the hair behind Juliet's ear, her face beaming with a smile devoid of warmth. "When will you realize the gap between you and me?"
