The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 891: No Spots Available for Those Wanting to Join Now

He has always been astute and understands interpersonal relations; seeing Mr. Vinson’s attitude confirmed his own conviction about which side to lean towards. He immediately copied Mr. Vinson’s slow-moving manner, sending a message in the group chat.

[I’ll also attend Ms. Quinlan’s graduation banquet. Amadeus and the others are there, Mr. Yancey and the Wilmar family have sent people, too. Unfortunately, Ms. Zachmann couldn’t make time to return; it’s truly a pity.]

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Nobody spoke in the group chat for quite a while, but no one cared about maintaining face, overwhelmed by the photos and the message sent by Govert Griffin—they couldn’t help but make phone calls inquiring about it.

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Elsewhere, at Mr. Zachmann’s place, since Silvania Ingram and Mr. Vinson, among others from the Yancey and Wilmar families, arrived, people from Beijing’s top circles filled the place intermittently. His phone was ringing non-stop.

Previously, many he personally invited but declined, now changed their tune, fawning over him, asking if the banquet had started or if it was still possible for them to attend.

An hour earlier, Mr. Zachmann would have been delighted to have more guests.

Now, however, he was different; he wouldn’t take a single call, letting the phone keep ringing incessantly. Eventually, finding the ringing too annoying, he even set the phone to silent mode, out of sight, out of mind!

Having retired from the social circle, he could afford to ignore calls.

Leonardy Zachmann, still in his prime with potential to advance, thus had no choice but to take those calls.

There were too many calls; he answered a dozen or so, ending with slight headache, he returned and spoke to his father, "Dad, the Jett and Smith families called, saying they’ve now got time and want to attend Nathalie’s graduation banquet, I rejected all. Could this be a problem?"

People shamelessly ringing up with pleasantries just to attend the banquet and being rejected by him might offend some.

Mr. Zachmann, soaked in the world of fame for many years, had long cultivated an indifferent heart.

Hearing his son’s anxious question, he picked up the tea in front of him, took a small sip, slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at him, knowing what he was worried about.

But Leonardy Zachmann genuinely cherished Nathalie Quinlan from his heart, not saying much, he advised, "What’s the problem? When we called them before, they said they were busy, and now they’re suddenly available. We obviously can’t ’create positions,’ otherwise how would others view our family? Should we let others slap our face, and then once given an opportunity, turn the other cheek?"

"Remember, one must have some spine; the more backbone you show, the more others will respect you. If you lack spine, you might think you’re giving face to others, but they won’t see it that way, and might just think you’re easy to bully!"

Holding his phone, Leonardy Zachmann’s forehead gradually relaxed, not as worried as before. Thinking about Caryn Zachmann, who had stubbornly refused to return, his headache intensified.

He felt awkward mentioning Caryn Zachmann in front of Mr. Zachmann, merely saying, "I just heard from Mr. Vinson and Silvania Ingram that they came for Nathalie, when did Nathalie meet so many people..."

He had been worried that no one would come to Nathalie’s graduation banquet, but the turnout far exceeded his expectations; the small hall they booked was fully occupied.

So, his previous rejections to those who called back wanting to attend, saying ’there’s no space here,’ wasn’t merely to insult them.

It was truly because the place they booked had virtually no empty seats left, completely filled by the people who arrived one after another.