Chapter 106 - 105. Poking The Beehive
The monthly dinner was a lavish event. The housekeeper whipped the cleaning staff to polish the house until it sparkled, and the chef used everything in his arsenal to impress the family members—or rather, the chairman and his heir.
It was a stage for the two wives to flaunt their extravagance, and the children to brag about their achievements. If the family were a company, then it was the employees’ presentation day in front of the boss.
At least, that was how it usually was.
The last monthly dinner of the summer, however, felt off. The chairman was already home, looking tired and aging. The employee thought it might be due to the children; one of them was absent, being sent away by another child; another one was being all moody because he had been grounded for weeks.
The flamboyant daughter was quiet and in deep thought, while the youngest one kept on scowling. The proud third wife looked annoyed and anxious, while the haughty first wife looked confused by the state of her son--the one who was there.
Yes. The usually calm first son looked very distraught. People knew he was temperamental behind the door, but seeing him lose control of his facial expression in front of others was surprising.
The one who they thought was causing all of that, on the contrary, looked the most nonchalant. She walked into the living room while humming cheerfully, like she had no care or burden.
And the moment she stepped into the living room, when her bodyguard had to line up with the other bodyguards, the grim-looking first son approached her and snatched her arms, dragging her back to the foyer as his bodyguards held hers back.
The others were startled at first, thinking Mason was trying to throw Sarah out of the mansion. But they stopped before reaching the door, and Sarah signaled her bodyguard to stay put with her eyes.
No matter how crazy Mason became, he wouldn’t do anything in the house where the chairman was only a floor away.
But if he wanted to make a scene, Sarah was happy to oblige.