Chapter 31
Mr. Williams?
The respectful voice, neither loud nor low, was like a bolt from the blue to Stella's parents.
Stella's face changed drastically, looking as unpleasant as could be.
The Clark family's relatives were also shocked, looking at James.
"Mr. Williams, when did you arrive?" Jonathan asked.
Stella exclaimed in disbelief, "Mr. Moore, do you know James?"
Jonathan didn't even bother with her, instead warmly smiling at James. "Good to see you, Mr. Williams, Ms. Smith."
"It's truly an honor to meet you here."
Confirming that the two knew each other, and with Jonathan showing such respect to James, the Clark family was completely stiffened.
Stella's mouth hung open in silence. She had never imagined that James would know her top boss, Jonathan.
Mary didn't have a good impression of Jonathan, but out of politeness, she still nodded slightly. "Good evening, Mr. Moore."
James was not so courteous, tossing a shrimp shell onto the table, asking, "What's wrong?"
James wouldn't forgive someone who had tried to harass Mary, not even if they had broken an arm.
"Mr. Williams, I was wrong last time, and I've been wanting to find an opportunity to apologize but never had the chance." Feeling James's hostility, Jonathan's spirit trembled, bending over.
"Tonight, I don't know if you would honor me by allowing me to treat you to a meal?"
He had already learned that James was Olivia Lee's daughter's lifesaver, and Olivia had even knelt to thank him.
Thinking back to his behavior towards Mary in the restaurant, Jonathan wished he could kick himself, so he was eager to make amends upon seeing James.
Meanwhile, he wanted to cling to a powerful thigh.
If he really got on good terms with James, he would have a chance to enter the group’s inner circle.
James was about to refuse outright, but Mary gently pulled him, signaling him to give Jonathan a face.
"Next time, I'm full tonight." James held back his dismissive words, wiped his hands with a napkin, and stood up, saying, "Leave me your business card. When I have time and remember, I'll let you treat me to that meal."
"Thank you, Mr. Williams. Thank you." Jonathan quickly took out a business card, handing it over to James with utmost respect. "I sincerely hope you will give me a chance to apologize."
James hummed in acknowledgment, casually pocketing the card.
Stella's family nearly spat blood upon seeing this.
The Jonathan they desperately tried to please was like an ant in James's eyes.
The gap was just too huge.
Stella felt even more uncomfortable.
A loser should remain a loser; why should he turn the tables? And repeatedly at that.
She was about to cry.
"I won't disturb you all any longer; enjoy your meal." Jonathan tactfully straightened up, then smiled at Stella, saying, "Stella, why didn't you tell me earlier that Mr. Williams is your relative?"
It seemed like a complaint, but there was a hidden meaning, and Stella's eyes lit up.
James's casual remark extinguished Stella's hopes. "We're not close."
"Mary, let's go home."
Then, he led Mary out of the private room.
"Understood." Jonathan nodded repeatedly, then respectfully saw James off.
Stella's expression was very gloomy, and then she awkwardly looked at everyone, having brought this upon herself.
Believing she was doing quite well for herself, having become a manager earning fifty thousand a month just two years post-graduation, she felt justified in her condescension towards James, the so-called loser. But now, compared to him, she was nothing!
And her humiliation of James might even get her kicked out by Jonathan...
Benjamin once again banged the table and said, "One should have a son like this."
After leaving the restautant, Mary let go of her reserve and happily hugged James.
For a year, she had been the butt of jokes among relatives, but tonight she was the object of envy, jealousy, and hatred. So she was much warmer than James.
However, she quickly realized her reaction, and her body hurriedly pulled away from James.
James didn't let her go, grabbing her hand firmly. Mary tried to break free, but James held her firmly.
In the end, she let James hold her hand.
There was a qualitative change in their relationship.
As they were about to get into the car and leave, they heard a commotion ahead.
"Something's wrong, someone has fainted!"
Mary and James paused, then ran towards the crowd.
Soon, they arrived at the center of the incident, only to see an elderly man with white hair lying on the ground, looking to be about sixty years old, very worn.
Especially his facial features, which looked skeletal, were a ghostly impression in the night. At that moment, his eyes were closed, and his body curled up, trembling slightly.
A girl with a delicate face, dressed in a Givenchy shirt, was anxiously crouching beside him.
She was calling for an ambulance, shouting her address hoarsely, urging them to come quickly to save someone.
Then, she looked around at the bystanders and called out, "Is there a doctor? Can any doctor help my grandfather with first aid?"
The old man's face was slowly turning black, and his chest was weakening.
It was clear to everyone that the situation could have been more optimistic; the man might not make it before the ambulance arrived.
The bystanders, hearing the girl's cries, stopped filming with their phones and scanned the crowd for medical personnel.
A few people hesitated but ultimately did not step forward to help.
In these times, it was better to avoid trouble than to seek credit.
Suddenly, the old man hugged his shoulders, shivering, his expression increasingly painful.
The girl became more anxious, scanning the crowd and shouting, "Can someone help my grandfather? I'll give them a hundred thousand dollars, no, a million dollars."
The crowd gasped; the girl was really loaded.
"I'll have a look!" Seeing the old man in critical condition, James prepared to step forward.
Mary quickly pulled him back and said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to get a million dollars?"
James whispered, "Not that; I want to save someone."
Mary scolded with annoyance, "You've only watched a few health shows, got lucky saving Sophia, and now you think you're a miracle doctor."
James explained, "No, Mary, the patient is in a bad state; I'll see if I can help..."
"What help can you provide? Luck won't always be on your side." Mary held James back. "And look at the patient's clothes; he's either rich or noble."
She added, "Treating such people, if you cure them, the reward is not small, but if something goes wrong, it's not just a simple apology."
"It could cost you your life."
"So I don't want you to get involved."
Mary had only just started to see James in a new light and wanted him to live a steady life. Only then would it be possible for them to continue together.
"Mary, don't worry, I won't recklessly save people," James said.
He knew what she was worried about.
He added, "I'm just going to have a look."
Mary's face was frosty. "You're not allowed to go."
If James couldn't cure the illness, it could indeed cause trouble!
At this moment, the old man groaned in pain, and the girl, wiping away tears, called out, "Is there a doctor?"
"Mary, I'll explain later; I have to save someone now." James broke free from Mary's grip and made his way through the crowd, shouting, "Let me have a look."
Mary stomped her foot in anger and said, "James..."
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