Naturally, Xu Huo had little interest in the members of the Field family present either.
Both sides tacitly maintained their distance. During the meal, they only exchanged a few inconsequential remarks and discussed nothing else.
Li De and the others sat in a corner of the banquet hall. Although the attendants did not neglect them, they seemed like invisible people throughout the entire meal. Not a single member of the Field family spared them a glance, much less spoke to them.
It was an extreme form of contempt. Everyone, Li De included, wore unpleasant expressions. Their indignation and anger were only natural, but they could not fall out with the Field family over this.
Before they had the strength to trample this family underfoot, any action they took would look no different from a clown's antics in the other party's eyes. There was no need to humiliate themselves here.
The dinner was stifling. Even though most people appeared to be smiling, few of those smiles came from the heart.
"Crack!" At that moment, the banquet hall doors suddenly opened. Amid the sound of footsteps, a blue-eyed youth in a black formal suit strolled in and called out brightly, "Everyone's back in force. Looks like I picked a good time."
"Carroll." Seventh Uncle rose to his feet, frowning at him. "Why are you back?"
"I heard the house was lively, so of course I came back to have a look." The blue-eyed youth, Carroll Field, Carmen Field's grandson, walked straight to the main table and sat on the other side of the family head, directly across from Xu Huo. He casually picked up a fork, stabbed a piece of steak on his plate, and took a bite. As he ate, he said, "The family chef's cooking hasn't changed in all these