After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 756

Seeing the familiarity between this young man and Mr. Mcguire, it was clear that he held a significant

position.

"Sylvia is inside," Mrs. Wright muttered numbly as she accepted the gift Arian handed her. "Thank you."

"Uncle Mcguire, I have a long-lost friend in the Wright family, so I'll head over there first."

Arian said and proceeded towards the Wright family's area.

Members of the Mcguire family felt nothing but bewilderment, pain, and embarrassment.

Even Arian had gone to the Wright family's banquet?

Mr. Mcguire was seething with anger and felt a deep sense of discomfort.

Sylvia? Who on earth was Sylvia?

And to call her a friend! Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Blake Rees' presence was one thing, but Arian, too? Were they all insane?

What did the Wright family represent? Wasn't Cody merely a former official in Larro? He had only

recently been released, lacking any significant position, power, or money.

Mr. Mcguire was fuming internally, ready to return to his own private room.

Next to him, Mrs. Wright also prepared to return to her private room.

The time was getting late, and it was almost time for dinner.

Suddenly, a car skidded to a stop in front of Balfax Hotel.

Everyone turned to see a car, an Audi A6, which was known for being an official vehicle. A young man

rushed out of it, causing Mr. Mcguire to furrow his brows and stop in his tracks.

"Isn't that the president's assistant?"

"Yeah... he seems to be in charge of personnel transfers in Urgford, and many high-ranking

appointments are communicated by him."

Mrs. Wright, upon hearing the hushed discussions, speculated that this important young man had come

to the Mcguires for some reason.

She continued walking without stopping.

Mr. Mcguire, on the other hand, was pondering whether this young man had been sent by the president

to show respect to the Mcguires because of their prominent family business.

He immediately put on a friendly smile and approached the young man. "Jorge! Hello, hello!"

Jorge glanced at him, his tone void of warmth, creating a stark contrast with Mr. Mcguire's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Mcguire, I'm sorry, but I have an urgent matter to attend to."

Mr. Mcguire's smiling face froze in place as he watched the young man walk briskly to Mrs. Wright and

then stand in front of her.

"Mrs. Wright, may I ask if Mr. Wright is inside?"

Mrs. Wright looked at him with surprise. "Yes, he is. May I inquire about the reason?"

"Oh, it's like this," the young man said with a polite and respectful tone. "Mr. Wright was wrongly

accused, so the president believes that such an upright official shouldn't be overlooked."

Upright official...

What did that mean?

Mr. Mcguire's face darkened as he stared at the scene, baffled by Jorge's request.

Did this imply that Cody could make a comeback?

Could he get a promotion and become wealthy again?

A sense of unease began to creep into Mr. Mcguire's heart.

Meanwhile, in the Wright family's private room, it was more like a banquet hall rather than a simple

private room. The MI6 agents and a few brothers from Mr. Mcguire's circle, who had attended the

Wright family's dinner, had primarily come out of respect for Mr. Mcguire's face. They had also hoped to

earn some favors from Mr. Mcguire.

They were aware that very few people had come to the Wright family's dinner, and so they had come to

make up the numbers.

However, as the guests kept arriving, one more distinguished than the other, the group of young

gentlemen stared in shock and trepidation.

They were simultaneously amazed and anxious, feeling relieved that they had followed Weston to the

Wright family.

If they had gone to the Mcguire family, they would not only have offended Mr. Mcguire, but they would

also have missed the opportunity to meet these distinguished individuals.

In the room were representatives of Urgford's major families: the Dawson family, the Rees family, the

Bennett family, and even the Ray family, the Saunders family, and the Howlett family.

The group of young gentlemen, especially when they saw Carolyn, were utterly astonished.

Her accomplishments in managing the Mcguire Group had become legendary throughout H Rovirsa.

She had taken the company to new heights, and her achievements were known far and wide. Now, she

was dining with the Wright family.

Leaving her little sister, Katie, and coming to the Wright family...

They were dumbfounded!

Cody's banquet was extraordinary this time, at an unprecedented level!

"Weston, why didn't you tell us beforehand that Blake and Arian would be coming? These two... they

are considered..." one of the young gentlemen, who was beginning to get anxious, said. "I'm getting

nervous. What do I do if I need to toast them? They call Arian the 'God of Wealth.' I... What if they

ignore me?"

Weston observed the arrival of both Blake and Arian without showing any surprise on his face. He was

even less surprised when he saw both men heading toward Sylvia, wearing a smug expression that

said, "I told you so."

He looked at the gathering of influential figures, and a faint smile touched his lips. He seemed carefree

and said, "My boss called and asked me to come along, just to fill in the numbers. How was I supposed

to know so many people would show up?"

Even he had no idea that so many prominent figures would attend the event.

The presence of the Bennett family didn't surprise him, nor did that of the Howlett family. However, he

never expected so many others to come.

This was genuinely shocking!

Cody's relatively small banquet had drawn such a distinguished crowd?

Blake was renowned for his low profile, and Weston was well aware of that. Arian, Alby, and the rest of

them were equally hard to invite. Normally, it would require a significant event to bring all of these

individuals together.

Yet here they were, all assembled at this event.

MI6 agents themselves seemed somewhat bewildered by the situation.

As these big shots entered, each of them enthusiastically greeted Miss Andrews, displaying familiarity

and excitement. It's quite impressive how much charm Miss Andrews holds!

"Wow! This is unbelievable," Vaughn murmured. "Miss Andrews' connections are no less impressive

than our Mr. Maskelyne's!"

Before he could finish, he noticed Franklin leading a group of men toward their seats. Those people...

It wasn't just Vaughn; others noticed too.

Their eyes were instantly fixed.

"Gosh! Isn't that the female boxing champ, Summer Justice? She recently destroyed that person who

disrespected our country... Oh, I forgot that woman's name!"

Vaughn couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

Did Summer know Mr. Maskelyne?

During that time, Twitter and short videos were flooded with content featuring a female athlete who

humiliated H Rovirsa. In response, Summer had calmly said, "My fists do the talking!"

Then, during the competition, she turned her opponent into a joke and went on to win.

"Wow! It's unbelievable," Vaughn whispered. "Miss Andrews' connections are just as impressive as our

Mr. Maskelyne's!"

Just as he spoke, Franklin arrived with several men and began arranging their seats.

Those people...

It wasn't just Vaughn; everyone had their eyes locked onto them.

"Gosh! Isn't that Summer Justice, the female boxing champion? She recently humiliated that person

who disrespected our country... Oh, what was that woman's name?"

Vaughn couldn't help but exclaim.

Did Summer know Mr. Maskelyne?

Back when the Twitter and short video platforms were flooded with videos of a female athlete

humiliating H Rovirsa, Summer had responded calmly, saying, "My fists do the talking!" Then, during

the competition, she had turned her opponent into a joke and won the championship.

"It seems... she and Mr. Maskelyne are like master and disciple, right?" Jasper casually added before

getting up. He saw Mrs. Howlett waving him over to their table.

"Don't go, is that Peter Marshall, the top legal ace? I heard he retired a few years ago because he had

a super impressive disciple," Vaughn whispered while holding onto Jasper.

Jasper playfully nudged him. "You bet. That disciple is our Mr. Maskelyne. Don't drag me, I'm going to

find my mom."

Vaughn hesitated for a moment. "Your mom?"

Then, he watched in disbelief as Jasper, who had a similar social status to him, took a seat at the

Howlett family's table.

"Oh, God! Does Jasper even have an alter ego? My heart is broken!"

Peter's arrival almost brought a new wave of excitement to the entire banquet.

The country's most famous lawyer, the legal giant, Peter Marshall, received greetings from many as

they stood up.

Peter smiled and said, "No need, please be seated, everyone. You don't have to be polite. I'm here to

support my disciple."

As he spoke, everyone was shocked and turned their gaze to Franklin, who sat beside him.

Franklin, with his graceful and striking presence, exuded an aura of nobility. When he looked at Peter,

his face was tinged with respect. "Teacher, please take a seat."

"Hey, Cody, it's a good thing you could make it. From now on, all this bad luck should be behind you,"

Peter patted Cody on the shoulder. "Come on, everyone, don't be too formal just because of me. I'm

eager to connect with young people."

As he said this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, Brayden, Mrs. Wright, Tiana, and the old Mr. Bennett, among others, all had their

phones constantly ringing and buzzing.

Many people were inquiring if they could still come and were curious about how many big shots had

arrived.

Were they still in time to catch "the last train"?

They might regret missing this gathering of top-notch bigwigs for the rest of their lives.

However...

None of these people were given the courtesy they were seeking. They all instinctively silenced their

phones.

You didn't care when we invited you initially, and now you want to join? Sorry, you can't afford it

anymore.