"She's right!" Zeke added. "Rhys, here's a word of advice. You'd better l
eave Natasha as soon as possible, or you'd just be humiliating yourself!"
Dustin wasn't bothered enough to entertain them. He simply minded his own
business, sipping at his drink. Yet, his lofty attitude pissed them off
even more.
"Hpmh, weren't you acting all cool earlier? Has the cat got your tongue?
That's all you're good for," Zoey said with a cold laugh. To her, it was
obvious that Dustin was feeling ashamed of himself.
"Let it go. Let him keep some of his dignity, or
you'll back him into a corner," Gordon teased with a smile. Dustin was ju
st a brute who knew a move or two, he really didn't think too highly of h
im.
At that moment, Zoey seemed to
have noticed something. She pointed at the door and asked, "Hey, who's th
at? He's really good–looking and even has a certain air about him."
The others turned their heads to look, and their gazes fell upon a handso
me man walking inside, holding a folding fan. A faint smile adorned his f
ace, and he carried an
air of grace, each movement looked effortlessly elegant.
"Damn! Isn't that Patrick Hill, the son of the Hill family? Who would've
thought that he'd show up too?" Zeke couldn't help but gape at the sight
of the man.
"Patrick Hill? Isn't that one of
the renowned Ten Princes of the South Province?" Zoey's eyes widened.
"Yes, that's him!" Zeke nodded. "That's the top aristocrat of Millsburg!
His status is even higher than Dylan's!"
"Hahaha, this is great. Who would've thought we'd have the chance to see
Mr. Hill here? We've really hit the jackpot today!" Zoey's face lit up wi
th excitement.
The Hill family was one of the Tremendous Three. Their power and influenc
e could overshadow the entire Harmony family from
every aspect. Naturally, the son of the Hill family would be of honorable
status!
"Guys, to tell you the truth, I'm pretty friendly with Patrick," Gordon p
iped up out of the blue.
"What? You actually know Mr. Hill?!" Zoey and the others' expressions cha
nged.
"Of course. We even had a meal and played golf together," Gordon replied
proudly.
Last year, he had indeed bumped into Patrick at a golf course. However, t
heir interaction had been limited to exchanging greetings, and that was t
he extent of it.
"What the hell, Gordon? You're amazing! You actually hit it off with Mr.
Hill?" Zeke said with envy.
"It's Gordon, after all! He's friends with everyone and can even get alon
g with the most influential people!" Zoey said with a look of excitement.
Hearing the two of them praise him, Gordon felt as if he was walking on a
ir. He loved being the center of attention.
"Look, Mr. Hill is making his way over!" Zoey pointed at him joyfully. "G
ordon, is he here to see you?"
"Well, only Gordon here knows Mr. Hill. Who else could it be? Let's get r
eady to greet him," Zeke said, getting excited himself.
"He's actually heading over here?" Gordon paused briefly, taken aback. Al
though they had met each other before, they weren't particularly close.
Could his moment of glory before this have
refreshed Patrick's memory and kindled the desire to befriend him? The th
ought filled Gordon with joy. He quickly adjusted his tie and approached
Patrick with a bright smile.
"Mr. Hill, it's been a while," he greeted, extending his hand.
"Huh?" Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
That single sentence turned Gordon to stone on the spot, his smile freezi
ng on his face.
Zoey and the others were also stunned and confused. Didn't he say that th
ey were friends? What was going on?
Without waiting for a response, Patrick simply brushed past Gordon. Clear
ly, he had no interest in entertaining them.
To everyone's surprise, astonishment, and bewilderment, he approached Dus
tin and extended his hand with a smile. "Dustin, we meet again. I'm reall
y sorry about what happened before. I hope you can let it go."