Owen dropped a truth bomb that almost provoked his mother to smack him.
Jeannie was friendly and approachable, with no sense of class distinction. As long as one’s personality clicked with hers, she could befriend anyone, whether one was a society lady or a sanitation worker.
In terms of family background, the Coleman family was miles ahead of the Martinez family. Though the Coleman family had no son, they now had Stefan as a successor, which was more than enough.
When Stefan had a son, the first would be a Coleman, inheriting the family's business. Only the second child would be an Anderson.
Considering their current social status, being the lady of the foremost wealthy family was much higher than being the lady of the Martinez family.
Olina wanted to mock Jeannie but couldn't continue after a sentence, she had self-knowledge.
“Mom, I've said my piece. I don't want a repeat of today's incident. It's late, you should rest. Goodnight.” said Owen, turning to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I'm going to wait at the gate of the Yates family. You've been holding me back, preventing me from entering their house. Now, all I can do is wait outside.”
Olina was fuming, “You are the son of the Martinez family, and you're going to wait outside someone else's gate? Don’t you feel embarrassed?”
“What's there to be embarrassed about when pursuing my woman? If I feared it, I'd stay single for the rest of my life.”
No matter how angry Olina was, her beloved son still left that night.
If her son indeed went to wait outside the Yates family's gate for the whole night, Olina couldn't help but worry.
That vixen Cecilia, in just a few months, had managed to steal her son's heart!
She was livid!
After the Barlow family's banquet ended, Stefan wasn't drunk. He didn't even touch alcohol because he had to drive.
Lucinda, free from the responsibility of driving, was tipsy.
Ike, her older brother, was like her, finding it difficult to walk even steadily, certainly not in the state to drive.
Stefan carried his tipsy wife to the car, then turned back to Ike, who was being helped by Belinda, at his request.
Darlene followed her sister.
Those who had seen Ms. Bishop tonight thought of her as a delicate flower. Men wanted to pluck her, and women were jealous of her stunning beauty.
No one dared to mess with her at the banquet because she and Lucinda had hit it off.
Although Belinda was formidable, the Bishop Group hadn't made it back to the ranks of the top corporations yet, those families whose strength surpassed the Bishop Group did not fear Belinda.
So, if Lucinda and Darlene hadn't been chatting and drinking together all night, many people would've wanted to mess with Darlene.
“President Bishop, my wife is drunk. As for my brother, could you help me to get him home? He's drunk and can't drive.”
Stefan asked Belinda gracefully.
Mr. Coleman was asking her to help him, supporting a drunken Ike, and also asking her to take him home!
“Mr. Coleman, you take Lucy home first. I'll make sure my sister gets Ike home safe.”
Before Belinda could respond, Darlene cut in.
“Thank you, goodbye.”
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