Northern Border Commander

Chapter 3: Became a laughingstock, the whole audience watches the show!

Soon, a young man walked over, dressed in a sharp suit and with a dignified appearance.

It was Bailey Howard.

Just yesterday, he was pursuing Vivienne Malone, but today he was with Margo Malone.

Bailey Howard quickly approached and looked at Vivienne Malone and Mitchell Durham mockingly.

"Bailey, let me introduce you. This is my sister, Vivienne Malone," Margo Malone introduced.

Then she glanced at Mitchell Durham with a proud expression.

"As for this person... forget it, he's not worth introducing. With your status, you don't need to know this kind of person."

"I know him. He's that son-in-law good for nothing. Who in Loitragos hasn't heard of him?" Bailey Howard looked at Mitchell Durham and said sarcastically.

Thinking about how this guy used the painting he gave to Vivienne Malone to wipe his nose yesterday made him furious.

"Sis, look, even my boyfriend knows about your husband. You shouldn't have brought him here, it's embarrassing." Margo Malone disgustedly said.

"You're good at calculating, deceiving Margo, aren't you?" Vivienne Malone stared at Bailey Howard coldly.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Bailey Howard smiled falsely.

"Sis, I'm much more sensible than you. At least the boyfriend I found graduated from the Florence Academy, top-notch. Unlike you, who found a useless person to support at home," Margo Malone proudly said.

"I'm warning you again, watch your words." Vivienne Malone stared at Margo Malone with a cold expression.

Margo Malone stuck out her tongue and muttered softly, "It's just jealousy because my man is better than yours."

Vivienne Malone originally intended to remind Margo Malone that Bailey Howard cannot be trusted, but seeing her like this, she decided not to.

She said to Mitchell Durham, "Ignore them, let's go."

Mitchell Durham nodded and as they passed by Bailey Howard, he casually said, "The feeling of using a million-dollar painting to wipe your nose is not great."

"You!" Bailey Howard suddenly became extremely angry and wished he could kill Mitchell Durham on the spot.

Vivienne Malone and Mitchell Durham sat at a table designated for them.

Only the direct bloodline of the Malone family could sit at this table.

The large round table accommodated over a dozen people, either Vivienne Malone's brothers and sisters or younger siblings, all dressed in luxury brand clothing with extraordinary temperament.

Vivienne Malone outshone them all; no one present could compare to her.

Mitchell Durham, on the other hand, felt out of place and remained silent with a cold demeanor.

"This seat is taken," as Mitchell Durham sat down, a young man coldly reminded him.

Mitchell Durham's body stiffened. "It's okay, sit down," Vivienne Malone said nonchalantly.

"Sorry, I only listen to my wife," Mitchell Durham apologized and took the seat.

"I told you, this seat is already taken!" the young man furrowed his brows.

"Isn't there an empty seat?" Vivienne Malone glanced at the person, although they were all younger generations of the family, she had not seen him more than a few times and they had no real connection.

"Do you really want me to spell it out?" the young man said coldly.

"Dallas, if you want to speak, speak clearly, don't beat around the bush!" Vivienne Malone spoke coldly.

"Fine, then I'll say it directly. This seat is only for the Malone family members. He, Mitchell Durham, is just a son-in-law and shouldn't be sitting here." Dallas Malone sneered.

Vivienne Malone's gaze turned cold. Was everyone here today trying to make fun of her?

Regardless of how they mocked Mitchell Durham behind his back, it had nothing to do with her, but mocking Mitchell Durham in public was equivalent to mocking her.

"Even as a son-in-law, he is still a part of the Malone family as my husband. You have no right to say that about him," Vivienne Malone said firmly, her voice icy.

"Dallas Malone has no right, then what about me, the eldest brother?"

A slightly older young man spoke up, about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with a protruding belly.

Julien Malone, the eldest son of the second uncle's family, was the actual controller of the three companies and held significant authority in the Malone family.

Vivienne Malone looked at Julien Malone, furrowing her brows. "Are you also trying to pick on me, the big brother?"

"Vivienne, I'm not targeting you. Today is a family banquet, and Mitchell Durham, as a son-in-law, has not contributed anything to the family. He's just freeloading, so he shouldn't be sitting here," Julien Malone spoke frankly.

"Then where should he sit?" Vivienne Malone asked.

"I heard this brother-in-law likes to do housework at home. It might be better for him to help serve dishes and pour wine," Julien Malone joked with a smile.

"Hahaha!!!" the whole table burst into laughter.

"Julien, you're really funny, making Vivienne's husband serve dishes and pour wine."

"We should at least give him a chance to perform, right? We can't let everyone think he's really good for nothing. Otherwise, it would call into questioning Vivienne's ability to choose a husband." Julien Malone joked.

"This suggestion is good. Let him go help serve dishes and wine. I also want to see what this guy does at home."

"What else can he do? Probably washing Vivienne's socks and feet."

The others chimed in, laughing uncontrollably.

Vivienne Malone's face turned cold, and she was on the verge of exploding.

"It's alright, I'll go serve dishes and pour wine," at this moment, Mitchell Durham said voluntarily, then he left his seat.

He didn't want to embarrass Vivienne Malone, nor did he want to get involved in these disputes.

"Haha, you agree already? You're so spineless, a waste is indeed a waste."

Seeing this, the onlookers mocked even more. It's one thing to be insulted, but to actually agree, how pathetic.

"Don't say he has no spine. Maybe he just likes doing things this way. I guess Vivienne's training is effective." While everyone mocked Mitchell, they didn't forget to belittle Vivienne Malone as well.

Vivienne Malone's anger simmered inside her as she gave Mitchell a fierce glare. He had no backbone at all. How could he agree to serve and pour drinks without considering how embarrassing it was for her?

Mitchell smiled faintly at Vivienne Malone, as if comforting her and telling her not to get angry.

This made Vivienne Malone feel even more aggrieved. She would rather find a beggar on the street than be with this man.

"Alright, everyone quiet down. Let me say a few words!" After hundreds of Malone family members arrived at the hall, Davis Malone stood on the podium with a microphone and spoke loudly.

Everyone applauded, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Today is our Malone family's annual family banquet. It was not easy to gather everyone from all over the country and beyond. I want to take this opportunity to announce something."

Everyone became interested upon hearing this. They didn't know what was going to be announced, but only a few wore sinister smiles on their faces.

"As we all know, our eldest brother passed away a few years ago. At that time, Vivienne was still young and unable to manage our brother's industries. So those industries have been managed by me, Vivienne's aunts, and uncles. Until Vivienne returned to the country after graduating, I handed over her rightful share of the industries to her."

"But from Vivienne's performance so far, I think she, as a girl, is not suitable for the business world. In addition, she has a husband to take care of at home, which will naturally distract her. So I think today is the day to remove Vivienne from her position as the president and merge her company into the family business."

"But Vivienne, you don't need to worry. I will arrange for you to work in the Finance Department of Julien's Company. With an annual salary of at least fifty to sixty thousand, it will be enough to support you and your husband."

"Good! Good!!" Everyone applauded and agreed, the ones shouting the loudest were Davis Malone's children. Vivienne's companies would now belong to them.

Vivienne Malone's face turned cold, filled with icy determination. Her father once had so many industries, but now she only had one company under her name while the rest were seized by her aunts and uncles.

And now, they wanted to take away her last remaining company and send her to the Finance Department of Julien Malone's company, with an annual salary of only five to six thousand.

Five to six thousand, such a large sum of money!

Only because her parents were gone, her grandfather's whereabouts were unknown, and there was no one to support her, everyone treated her like a soft target.