Chapter 283 The Harris Family From Silverlight City
"Noah is just the worst! He's so arrogant, stingy, and disrespectful to his elders. And on top of that, he's ungrateful!"
"Yeah, without his sponsors, he wouldn't be where he is today. And he has the nerve to be rude to them! They're the ones who put food on his table!"
"If it weren't for the fact that we live in a society governed by law, I'd have punched him already!"
"Someone should slap him to teach him a lesson!"
The murmurs grew louder and louder.
A few burly men glared at Noah, clenching their fists as if they might pounce at any moment.
Even the waitstaff in the store looked at Noah with thinly veiled disgust.
"Noah, you should leave now," Ally said, sensing the tension in the air. "No matter how bad your character is, we still have to shoot videos together in the future. For your own safety and for the sake of the 'I Am a Super Rich' show, you should go home. Otherwise, I'm really worried someone might hit you."
"It's fine," Noah replied with a nonchalant smile.
"Fine?" Sofia scoffed. "Wait until you're in trouble, beaten to a pulp, and it's too late to regret it! And for someone as ungrateful as you, I think the sponsors should take back that money!"
"Yeah! They should take back that ten million dollars. Someone like him doesn't deserve that much money!"
"He took the money and then turned his back on them. What a scumbag!"
"I despise people like him!"
The reporters chimed in one after another.
At that moment, footsteps echoed through the room.
A middle-aged man strode in confidently. He wore a suit, his expression composed, and he exuded a subtle air of authority. It was clear he wasn't just anyone.
"Mr. Evans!"
"Hello, Mr. Evans!"
"Good to see you, Mr. Evans!"
The reporters' faces changed instantly. They greeted him with utmost respect and quickly made way for him.
This man was Nathan, the CFO of Facebook Live and the chief sponsor of the "I Am a Super Rich" show. Sixty percent of these reporters' salaries came from Nathan, so they naturally treated him with deference.
Nathan's expression remained unchanged as he nodded slightly at the reporters and started to head upstairs. His gaze flickered when he noticed a young man standing nearby.
In the next moment, Nathan's entire demeanor shifted.
He broke into a respectful smile and hurried over. "Mr. Anderson, I didn't expect you to arrive before me! I was just about to call you to ask when you'd be here."
"I'm usually punctual," Noah replied coolly, glancing at Nathan.
"Mr. Anderson?"
The dozen or so reporters stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock. The room fell silent.
Nathan was showing such respect to Noah, the very person they had just been badmouthing? How could this be?
Did they hear that right?
The reporters' pupils dilated in disbelief. Ally and Sofia, in particular, were stunned, their mouths agape and their breathing rapid. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
They knew Noah well. He was arrogant, stingy, disrespectful, and ungrateful. Without Nathan's ten million dollars, he wouldn't be a Super Rich at all.
So why was Nathan treating him with such respect?
Did Noah deserve it?
And considering Nathan's high status, why was he so deferential to Noah?
The more they thought about it, the less sense it made.
Could Noah have some hidden identity they didn't know about?
Wait a minute!
Ally's face suddenly changed, her mind racing. Nathan's status was already untouchable. But if Nathan was showing such respect to Noah, then Noah's hidden identity must be even more formidable.
The thought made Ally's legs go weak, and she nearly collapsed.
When she looked again, Nathan was already leading Noah upstairs with the utmost respect.
"Let's go up too," Ally said, taking a deep breath to steady herself, her voice trembling slightly.
On the fourth floor, in VIP Room 1, the room was spacious and adorned with traditional paintings, giving it an antique charm. Two tables were set with dishes, all specialties of the small restaurant, looking and smelling delicious.
One table was empty, clearly reserved for the reporters. The other table was already occupied by several people, all well-dressed and around forty years old. Some wore suits and looked very gentlemanly, while others sported gold chains and had a more nouveau riche appearance.
But they all had one thing in common: they were very wealthy.
Noah noticed Norman from the Anthony family among them.
The seat at the head of the table was empty, and next to it sat a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He had a relaxed demeanor, dressed in a loose white shirt with a string-tied collar, giving off an approachable vibe. But his eyes occasionally flashed with sharp intelligence, indicating he was no ordinary person.
Noah glanced at the man, feeling he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Mr. Evans is here!"
"Mr. Evans, please have a seat!"
"We saved a spot for you!"
The sponsors stood up eagerly to greet Nathan.
Only Norman approached Noah, bowing his head and speaking softly with respect.
"Mr. Anderson!" Norman felt a sense of pride. These sponsors had no idea that Noah was the most important person here.
Noah nodded slightly.
"Mr. Anderson, please take a seat," Nathan said respectfully.
Noah didn't hesitate, walking over to sit down calmly. Nathan took the seat next to him.
The sponsors were taken aback, puzzled as to why Nathan would let a young man sit at the head of the table. What had this kid done to deserve such an honor?
None of the sponsors present had a net worth of less than a billion dollars. Was this kid's status even higher?
And he looked familiar too.
"Wait a minute! He's Noah!"
Someone recognized him.
"The Noah from last night's 'I Am a Super Rich'!"
"It's really him!"
The sponsors' faces changed, shocked beyond belief.
Though stunned, they quickly composed themselves. These shrewd businessmen clearly sensed that Noah might be a big shot.
It was best to sit quietly and observe.
"Mr. Anderson, long time no see," the middle-aged man in the white shirt said politely, smiling at Noah.
"You know me?" Noah asked, looking at the man. He still felt the man looked familiar.
"I'm Zaid Harris. We've met before," the man replied with a calm smile.
"Mr. Anderson, he's from the Harris family in Silverlight City," Nathan explained, his expression slightly serious. "They one of the top three families in the eastern region."
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