Chapter 301 (1): Feeling Like I’ve Won
In the misty night, a black sedan slowly came to a stop outside an upscale restaurant. Wayne, dressed in a black suit and looking every bit like a proper gentleman, strode into the restaurant with Mona following him in formal attire.
She looked strikingly similar to Megan in a suit, her posture upright and her mannerisms professional. Aside from having longer hair and wearing glasses, there was almost no difference between her and Megan.
Clearly, Wayne was cosplaying as Auston. He wouldn’t even need makeup to play the scumbag. He just had to rein himself in... He just had to put in some effort to amplify his flaws.
By a window on the third floor, Wayne met his poor relatives—the family of Bernthal Lando. The head of the family was joined by his wife, Jennifer, eldest son, Orlin, second son, Naren, as well as his third son, fourth son, and fifth daughter...
In short, he had a big family. There was also a whole clan of thirty to forty young people who were in the same generation as Wayne on the family tree, as if they wanted the advantage in numbers.
Bernthal was Auston’s uncle. Though Auston called him a distant relative, they were quite closely related; they had simply lived far away and hadn’t been in touch for years.
As Wayne belonged to the same generation as Bernthal’s grandchildren, Bernthal was quite displeased to see him approach with that arrogant air.
Auston was the head of the Lando family, so Bernthal had to show him respect even though he was of a younger generation. But what gave Wayne the right to look down on everyone? He was Auston’s heir, but only someone like Bernthal’s grandchildren.
Bernthal felt slighted and humiliated, but didn’t show it. His smile remained amicable as he initiated the greeting, “You must be Wayne. You really do look like Auston, young man. I thought you being his illegitimate son was only a rumor, but it’s true.”
Though decades old, Bernthal was young at heart and only looked about ten years older than Auston.
His words dripped with sarcasm, the barbs giving Wayne a lackluster impression. He turned to Bernthal’s imposing eldest son, Orlin. “Sir, you have an impressive bearing that truly befits the Lando family’s name. You must be the head of the household, Grandpa Bernthal.”
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