Chapter 2: The Whole City in an Uproar, the Malone family's Banquet!
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Loitragos, The Grand Palazzo.
The only six-star hotel in Loitragos, located in the bustling CBD center, a thirty-story high-rise building with all-transparent glass that reflects the blue sky.
Dreamlike, luxurious.
Normally, luxury cars constantly come and go here, and the people who enter and exit are all social elites and celebrities from various fields.
But today, The Grand Palazzo is not open to the public.
No matter who you are, whether a political figure or a business tycoon, you are all rejected from entering.
The hotel is surrounded by layers of security, and even when important figures come to visit, it is no different.
For the people of Loitragos, this situation can only happen in one event.
The Malone family Banquet.
This is a prestigious banquet in Loitragos. Every time it is held, it is grand and spectacular.
Many internet celebrities hold their phones and do live broadcasts near The Grand Palazzo early in the morning.
If they can capture the footage of one or two important figures, the live room will definitely explode, and the rockets will soar.
At nine o'clock, members of the Malone family arrived by car.
It was a light blue Rolls-Royce and a valuable vintage edition. There are only two in the world, one owned by a Middle Eastern noble and the other by the Malone family in Loitragos.
The crowd immediately boiled up, and countless phones and cameras were raised.
The first person to get out of the car was undoubtedly Davis Malone, the current soul figure of the Malone family.
The Malone family patriarch has five sons and three daughters, and Davis Malone is the second eldest.
After the death of the eldest son, Davis Malone became the only heir, dominating in Loitragos, both in the political and business circles.
The Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and dozens of bodyguards came forward to welcome.
The car door opened, and a tall man dressed in national casual wear, holding a heavily made-up young woman, walked out of the car.
Davis Malone and his wife appeared!
Many phones and cameras were aimed at them, but they were too far away and could only capture their backs. Even so, it was enough to excite countless people.
After the arrival of the Rolls-Royce, luxury cars continued to arrive at The Grand Palazzo one after another in the next hour.
It has become a luxury car exhibition here, with several world limited edition luxury cars spotted.
Those who came were influential figures in the Malone family, who could only be seen on TV usually, satisfying the onlookers' eyes.
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On the way to The Grand Palazzo, in a white Maserati, Mitchell Durham drove calmly.
"When we arrive at the hotel, follow me and don't speak out of line."
Vivienne Malone recalled from the passenger seat.
Today, she dressed carefully in a Nordic-style long dress, simple, noble, and elegant.
Mitchell Durham nodded.
"And don't be too nervous, be natural."
Vivienne Malone reminded whatever came to her mind.
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Soon, the Maserati arrived at The Grand Palazzo.
The large number of onlookers took Vivienne Malone by surprise. It seems that this year's family banquet is more grand than previous years.
The arrival of the Maserati instantly attracted a lot of attention. These discerning people could even recognize Vivienne Malone through the car window.
The scene became lively, and countless cameras were aimed at them.
Everyone gathered here just to see the prominent figures of the Malone family, and Vivienne Malone definitely counted as one.
At only twenty-three years old, she returned from studying abroad and took over a company worth billions. She was the true female CEO and a popular figure in the whole of Loitragos.
Six months ago, Vivienne Malone suddenly got married, which kept countless men up all night.
Because of this, the live streams were full of abusive comments at the moment.
"Such a beautiful woman like Vivienne Malone, rich and attractive, how can she be with this loser?"
"A flower inserted in cow dung, garbage!"
"I heard that the young master of the Howard family is pursuing Vivienne Malone. It wouldn't be surprising if Mitchell Durham is already green with envy."
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A few minutes later, the Maserati stopped at the hotel entrance.
Instantly, all eyes were on them.
Mitchell Durham got out of the car and personally opened the door for Vivienne Malone.
When Vivienne Malone appeared, she was like a star, making everything around her pale in comparison, shining like a radiating light.
Even the male waiters who greeted them were nervous, not just because of Vivienne Malone's beauty, but also because of her fame.
"Remember, don't be nervous," Vivienne Malone reminded Mitchell Durham again. She was afraid that this loser hadn't seen such a big scene before and would be scared to make a fool of himself.
Mitchell Durham nodded, handed the key to the valet, and walked with Vivienne Malone towards the hotel.
The waiter subconsciously glanced at Mitchell Durham and thought to himself, what a pity for such a beautiful woman from Loitragos to have such a loser as her husband.
As Vivienne Malone and Mitchell Durham entered the hotel, they could feel countless gazes on them.
Everyone wanted to see what kind of person Vivienne Malone had found as her son-in-law.
Half a year ago, Vivienne Malone and Mitchell Durham got married, arranged by the old patriarch. They didn't even have a wedding banquet, and many people in the Malone family ever saw Mitchell Durham.
Among the gazes of everyone, there was not only curiosity but also ridicule.
Relatives are always the best at enjoying other people's misfortunes. They had heard early on that Mitchell Durham was a good-for-nothing who only did household chores at home, so they wouldn't give Miss Malone a good opportunity to watch the show.
Under everyone's gaze, Mitchell Durham remained calm and indifferent, appearing even a little dull in the eyes of others."Vivienne, you're here." Davis Malone walked over from afar, with a smile on his face, and greeted her.
"Uncle." Vivienne called softly, smiling at the corner of her mouth, seemingly polite but very fake.
"This must be Mitchell, right?" Davis Malone looked Mitchell Durham up and down, "He's really talented. It's all because Uncle was on a business trip abroad and didn't have time to witness your wedding."
Mitchell Durham smiled and nodded, as a way of greeting.
Seeing this, everyone around covered their mouths and laughed. Indeed, seeing is believing. Not only is this waste useless, but he also looks foolish. Why did Vivienne marry someone like him?
Davis Malone's face was difficult to express. Even if he couldn't speak, he should at least exchange a few polite words, right?
But the result was none; he just nodded foolishly.
Davis Malone glanced at Vivienne and glanced with regret in his eyes, "Vivienne, you've had a hard time."
"I have no worries about food and clothing, how could I have a hard time?" Vivienne calmly said, the words of this uncle are too piercing, aren't they mocking how unlucky Mitchell Durham is?
"Your dad's departure was sudden, as a second uncle, I didn't have time to take care of you."
Davis Malone didn't say it directly, but the meaning was obvious, he was blaming himself for not taking good care of Vivienne, letting her be with a waste.
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, a day for reunion. Uncle, let's not talk about this." Vivienne reminded him.
She didn't want to hear these words.
Even though Mitchell Durham was not good, he was her nominal husband. Davis Malone's words made her feel uncomfortable.
"Yes, yes, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, let's not talk about this." Davis Malone smiled and said, looking in the distance, then shouted, "Margo, Vivienne's brother-in-law is here, come and say hello."
"What? Vivienne's brother-in-law is here? I want to see what kind of person Vivienne finds." A woman in her twenties, dressed in brand-name clothes, walked quickly.
"You young people chat, I'll go greet the others." Davis Malone said to Vivienne, never looking at Mitchell Durham.
As a business magnate, he could see through Mitchell Durham at a glance.
"Vivienne sister, is this your husband?" Margo Malone glanced at Mitchell Durham, from his feet to his face.
"This is Uncle's sister." Vivienne introduced.
"Hello." Mitchell Durham greeted, took the initiative to shake hands with the other party, Vivienne reminded him in various ways before coming, he had to be polite.
"Forget it, I heard that at home, you either mop the floor or wash Vivienne's feet. I don't want to dirty my hands." Margo Malone pouted and kept her distance from Mitchell Durham.
Mitchell Durham frowned, was she so uncultured at such a young age?
"Margo, what are you saying? Come and call him brother-in-law." Vivienne said coldly.
"Sister, why did you have to find such a useless person, I don't want to recognize him as my brother-in-law." Margo Malone pouted and said quite bluntly.
"Do you even understand what you're saying?" Vivienne's face was icy.
Coming with Mitchell Durham today, she had expected to be ridiculed, but she didn't expect the first person to shoot was just a junior, speaking so harshly.
"Sister, I'm just telling the truth. Let him speak for himself, what has he done after marrying into the Malone family?" Margo Malone pressed on arrogantly, her gaze fixed on Mitchell Durham, full of provocation.
Mitchell Durham shook his head. She was just an ill-mannered child; he couldn't be bothered.
"You see, even he himself has nothing to say. Sister, why are you still advocating for him?" Margo Malone said gleefully.
"That's enough." Vivienne's eyebrows furrowed.
"Alright, alright, since my sister likes him, I won't say anything. I wish you both a happy and blissful marriage." Margo Malone pretended to be scared, then shouted in the distance, "Bailey, come over and say hello to my sister."
"Bailey?" Vivienne's eyes flickered upon hearing this.
"Yes, Bailey Howard, the young master of the Howard family. He's my boyfriend whom I just talked about. He just came back from abroad. Not only is he highly educated, but he also has strong abilities, unlike certain people." Margo Malone proudly said.
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