novelraw Chapter 502 Embarrassment
Chapter 502 Embarrassment
The netizen’s comment drew a lot of agreements.Let’s not even talk about the price, just the embroidery on this dress was done by the master embroiderer of the workshop himself, which makes it unique.
No one ever said that international brand clothes are one-of-a-kind forever, they can always release the same style later.
It’s not just the netizens who are gossiping, but also the guests at James Reed’s engagement party who are whispering: "That workshop’s stuff is so expensive, last time I bought a small ornament for the table, cost me more than a set of jewelry."
"You really don’t mind spending money."
"Can’t help it, I like it too much, her embroidered works are in high demand even internationally."
"Isn’t her order list already booked three years in advance? How is it possible to take rush orders?"
"Thank you, when she doesn’t have orders, she doesn’t take rush orders, okay?"
"Hmm... I’m just curious, what exactly is Charles Seymour’s..."
That guest stopped in time without continuing, but the implication was already clear.
What exactly is Charles Seymour’s status that allows him to get a rush order from that workshop, and to have the master embroiderer make the dress himself?
There was nothing more to see on Charles Seymour’s side, everyone just ate quietly.
But even so, the netizens stayed on the live streaming website, unwilling to leave, and more netizens flocked over to watch as they received the news.
William Roscente’s master-crafted dishes, the legendary Immortal Palace Banquet, even if you can’t eat it, watching is good enough.
The netizens were watching the live stream with relish, while Ethan Seymour was so angry he couldn’t speak.
In his lifetime, he had never been so humiliated.
Looking at that big screen with the envious comments from netizens, each word was like a slap on his face, one after another, until he felt numb from the pain.
Ethan Seymour couldn’t feel any pain, only immense humiliation and anger, he wished he could rush up to the ninth floor, grab Charles Seymour, and beat him up.
What on earth is Charles Seymour trying to do?
"Dad, if everything’s fine with Grandpa, why don’t we continue so as not to spoil everyone’s good mood?" James Reed pulled out a perfect smile and said to Ethan Seymour.
He seemed completely unfazed by being outshone by Charles Seymour and instead appeared sincerely happy for him.
Ethan Seymour turned to stare at James Reed, the muscles on his face were stiff, how could he possibly pull off a smile?
"Dad." James called softly, this finally brought Ethan Seymour back to his senses, reminding him that there was still a house full of guests, and he couldn’t continue to disgrace himself.
No matter what, he had to at least maintain a facade.
"Hmm." Ethan Seymour nodded in agreement, getting the screen turned off, and then continued to socialize with business partners with James Reed and Ophelia Wilson.
"Ophelia, come quickly." James Reed turned his head and called to Ophelia Wilson.
"Coming." Ophelia Wilson quickly replied, wiping her damp palms vigorously on her dress.
When the dress was presented to her, Ophelia Wilson had been treating it carefully, not allowing a single wrinkle to appear on it.
But now, Ophelia Wilson carelessly wiped her sweat on it.
"It’s truly embarrassing." Emerie Wilson sat down on one side with a drink and said indignantly to Benjamin Walton, "How on earth does the Seymour Family handle matters? They’re all grandsons, why does Old Mr. Seymour favor Charles Seymour so much?"