Chapter 107 Attend a Banquet

They coiled up Bain's hair, and the makeup on their faces made Bain look more fresh and refined, giving people a vivid feeling.

Her long dress was covered in tiny sequins. It was so elegant and elegant that it was hard to turn your eyes away.

Bert's eyes stalled as Bane went out, and his hand paused as he began to turn the pages of the magazine, but he quickly said, "All right, that's all."

Bane was taken away by Bert before he knew what was going on, and when he was back in the car he remembered, "What are we going to do? Whose party?"

"Old Mrs Ron."

"RON... Isn't that your grandmother? !"

Bane's face was full of surprise and he wanted to jump out of the car.

"What are you taking me for? It's your grandmother's party, and if you take Betsy Reed!"

Bert looked before him, and a frown came to his brow. "She does not deserve a face," he said.

Bane knew in an instant that Betsy was on better terms with the old lady, but that Bert was so disgusted with her that he wanted to use it to disgust her.

She could have been used at this point, as it would have been embarrassing for the old lady to have brought her fiancee and sister along.

Bane breathed a quiet sigh of relief and calmness.

Bert's cards were always out of order, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

It was not long before they reached the ancestral house, which Bert had taken in his own name, but which the old lady had taken back for some reason.

Bert was in a bad mood for days because of this.

Bert's countenance had never been so grim, and he would have been too frightened to walk had it not been for Bane, and Bane found that he seemed accustomed to Bert's moodiness.

The man is remarkably adaptable.

"Go down."

Bane hastened to follow, for she was wearing flat shoes today, for her foot was not yet healed, and high heels were not fit for her, so she reached Bert's shoulders while they were standing together.

"Does it hurt?"

Bert frowned at Bane's strange walk.

"Well."

"Why not?"

Not wanting to annoy him, Bane braved it and said, "It doesn't hurt too much. Let's go in."

"Well, put your hands here."

Bane didn't want to walk through the pain, so he put his arm around Bert's, and it didn't hurt much.

Bert walked slowly and softly at Bane without any trace.

Bert pushed the door open, and his eyes were soon filled with the excitement of the scene.

Old Mrs. Ron's birthday party was, of course, a big one, and nearly all the top names in the row were invited.

Just look at it and you'll see a lot of people who appear frequently on TV.

After all, the Ron family has been a noble family for a hundred years, with a hundred years of business, its influence is naturally very huge.

But Bert Ron Ron family as a mortal enemy, relying on their own strength, and the whole Ron family confrontation, but also can do so that people can not do his point.

As soon as Bert walked in, a thousand eyes were fixed on him, and, of course, on Bane beside him.

Bane raised his head, ignoring his eyes directly, a look of indifference, but also a faint smile, the behavior of the foot is very decent, not even the slightest petty gas.

Bert was a little surprised when he felt it, but soon he felt his coat clutched violently, and wrinkles appeared on his cuffs.

He could not help laughing.

This calm is all put on.

The old lady was dressed today in a brown dress, embroidered with gold, and her hair was done up high. She looked very solemn, and there was something dignified in her face, and she was surrounded by people who complimented her.

Betsy Reed was brilliantly dressed in a strapless gown, but heavy foundation could not hide the weariness of her eyes.

She held the old lady by her arm in a sensible and friendly manner. It made her feel better to hear so many people praising her.

"Yi? Mr. Ron's here, at last."

'Why is there a woman next to him?

All eyes turned to Bert.

When Betsy saw that Bert was coming with Bane, she froze and her heart missed a beat.

With all eyes on him, Bert brought Bane up to the old lady with a sneer on his lips.

Old Madam Ron's face took an instant pall as she said, "Bert, those messy people aren't in a position to come to my party, don't you know?"

Old Mrs. Ron's eyes were like a sharp sword, pointing straight at Bane.

Bane held his nerve and stood there with a calm face and said nothing.

Bert looked flat. "I don't know," he said.

'Someone, get this mess of a woman out of here. The mess doesn't deserve to be here!

Bert laughed sneeringly, and said, "If you're old enough to be less angry, the next dinner won't be as cheerful as this one."

Hearing this, the people present instantly shut their mouths, eager to leave here at once, the atmosphere is so oppressive, almost let them suffocate.

They had heard all this stuff about Bert and old Mrs. Ron not getting on well, but they didn't believe it at all; it had been told by others, and now it seemed to be true.

Even Bane looked surprised. Weren't Bert and old Mrs. Ron related? Why is there so much animosity between the two?

Old Mrs Ron's face cooled, her anger curbed, and she said, "Bert, where's Norton? Why didn't he come to the party? I can see him just as well."

"He has no time," said Bert dryly, "and there is no need for him to attend such a party."

"I'm his great-grandmother!

"It's not like Norton doesn't know."

Ron's shoulders began to shake with anger, but Betsy said, "Granny, calm down and take care of yourself."

Old Mrs. Ron gave Betsy a warning look. Betsy put her face down quickly, then fixed her eyes on Bert and said, "Bert, Norton hasn't seen me in ages. Can you let me see Norton? Norton was my son and I miss him very much."

Bane's eyes fell on Betsy and she sneered inwardly. She was not ashamed to say that.

Bert looked meaningfully at Betsy and said, "Somehow, I think Norton and you are getting less and less alike."