Chapter 407 How Long Can You Pretend?
Bragon's sudden kneeling shocked everyone present, including himself. But when he tried to stand up, he found his legs as heavy as if they were filled with lead. It was as if a massive force was pressing down on him to kneel. This horrified him even further; so many onlookers, and here he was, kneeling before William. It was an utter embarrassment.
"What are you kneeling to this broke-ass for?" a beautiful woman asked urgently.
"You think I don't want to get up? I can't get up," Bragon replied, scowling in distress. The thought of losing face was killing him. He, the scion of the Smith family, kneeling to someone who came from rurality would be a disgrace if word got out!
A slight smirk formed at the corner of William's mouth as he watched. He was the one wielding a piercing wind to keep Bragon down.
"You don't have to kneel to show your admiration." William said with a chuckle.
"Admire you, my ass!" Embarrassed by William's taunt, Bragon was both frantic and furious. No matter his strength, he couldn't rise. He instantly turned to his fair-weather friends for help.
"What are you waiting for? Help me up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his buddies rushed to lift him, to no avail; despite their best efforts, Bragon remained on the ground.
"This is crazy, why can't we lift him?" The short and chunky one wiped the sweat off his forehead, puzzled.
"Yeah, what's with the weight?" The rest showed confused expressions. They couldn't lift Bragon even with all their might.
"Put some more effort into it, will you? Did you even eat?" Bragon was becoming increasingly agitated; this was a massive loss of face.
Sophia, witnessing Bragon's plight, felt a surge of malicious pleasure.
"Bragon, just stay kneeling! We're leaving," William said with a slight smirk, and led Sophia away after saying that.
The soiree was expansive, hosting not only members of the Smith family but also people from various other families.
"Sophia, are all these people from your family?" William asked, genuinely curious.
"Only a few are from the Smith family. Most are from other families. It looks like Grandfather is using this occasion to discuss some matters," Sophia replied earnestly.
"I see." William nodded in understanding.
As the two mingled, a deep and resonant voice called out to them.
"Sophia, what are you doing here?"
William and Sophia simultaneously turned their heads, only to find a middle-aged man with a square face frowning deeply and looking displeasedly at Sophia.
"Dad, what a surprise to see you here!" Sophia said with an awkward smile, her pretty face betraying a hint of guilt.
This middle-aged man was indeed Sophia's father, Terry.
"What surprise? Aren't you supposed to be studying at King University? Why are you hanging around here? Get back there now," Terry said, his face filled with anger. The idea of his daughter not focusing on her studies and instead playing around was infuriating to him as a parent.
"Don't blame Sophia. It was me who asked her to take me to meet George," William stepped forward and explained.
"William, why do you keep haunting us? You've chased us from Long Island all the way to Canada, can't you stay away from my daughter Sophia? She's engaged, and I warn you to keep your distance from her in the future."
As he spoke, Terry pulled Sophia to his side as if afraid William would lead her astray.
"Don't worry, I won't cling to Sophia. I'm here to see George," William responded coolly.
"The chairman is discussing an important family alliance with some VIPs, and your penniless self better leave now. He doesn't have time for you," Terry said dismissively.
He found it laughable that a poor kid from the country was trying to meet with the chairman of the Smith family.
"No, I must see him today," William pressed, becoming anxious upon hearing that George was negotiating an alliance with another family. He came here intending to ally with the Smith family; he couldn't let someone else beat him to it.
"What status do you have to compete with prominent families? Leave immediately, or else I'll call security," Terry said with an irritable expression.
"Dad, just let William see Grandpa, please!" Sophia quickly interceded.
"I haven't even started on you yet. Are you pleading for him? Do you still have feelings for this boy? I advise you to cut him out of your thoughts. You're to be engaged to the Brown family's son in two months. If anything goes wrong, I'll be very upset with you," Terry warned, seething with anger.
"Dad, it won't affect the engagement. Just let William see Grandpa. He has important business with him, too," Sophia pleaded once more.
"What important business could a poor country boy have?" Terry looked at William with disdain, utterly contemptuous of him.
"I'm here to see George on behalf of the Flood Boxing Guild and BN Group. I wonder if that is significant enough," William said with a faint smile, feeling the need to assert his identity, or he might not even get to see George.
"You represent the Flood Boxing Guild and BN Group? Just you?" Terry couldn't help but snort with laughter, giving the shabbily dressed William a disdainful once-over.
"And who do you think you are? The Flood Boxing Guild is one of the most prominent martial arts groups in Canada right now, and the BN Group is a top-tier conglomerate. Are you representing them? That's hilarious."
Terry's remarks drew the attention of those nearby, who began to gather around. Among the onlookers was Sophia's aunt, Kylie.
"William, stop humiliating yourself here and just leave!"
Clearly, Kylie didn't believe William was representing the Flood Boxing Guild and BN Group, and the others were even more skeptical.
"This poor guy daring to claim he represents the BN Group and the Flood Boxing Guild, who does he think he is?"
"Exactly, what right does he have to represent the Flood Boxing Guild and BN Group!"
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"Did you hear that, William? No one believes a word you say. I'd advise you to leave!" Terry said sternly.
"George will believe me when he sees me, so please, lead the way." William was unfazed by the bystanders' opinions. Once he met George, he would have ways to make him believe.
"Oh? Quite confident, aren't you? As it happens, there are members of the Flood Boxing Guild and executives from the BN Group here at the party. I'll have them come over and see how long you can keep up this charade," Terry said coldly with a smirk, then whispered to a young man beside him. The man nodded and went off to fetch someone.
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