Chapter 149 Banquet
Back in the room, Yorks sat on a chair on the balcony, looking at the garden in front of him. With a calm face, he took out his cell phone and called Tifa, who was on a business trip and didn't know what she was doing.

His relationship with Tifa was actually quite strange. It couldn't be called a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, but they maintained a physical relationship for a long time.

The point is, he was the only man for Tifa from the beginning to the end.

He felt it was his duty to tell Tifa about this.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed really busy. The ringing sounded for a long time until a prompt came to transfer the voicemail:
"The number you dialed is using voicemail service. Please leave a message after the beep."

York shook his head and hung up the phone. He could only find Tifa's account on the social software, chat with her privately, and tell her about this.

After waiting for a while, York still didn't get a reply. He put his phone on the table next to him and muttered to himself.

"What department can be so busy?"

He had a feeling that Tifa's analysis work seemed to be coming to an end.

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The next day.

When the notice came from the Rubio family, even though his mother Valerie strongly requested that he dress more formally, Yorks still wore simpler clothes.

To put it simply, it is a slightly formal style, with a black casual shirt on the top, black casual pants on the bottom, and black leather shoes, that's it.

Although it was a banquet, it was ultimately just a party held by the Rubio family to entertain neighbors, relatives and friends according to etiquette because they had returned to resettle.

There might be some celebrities he knew in his past life.

But the stars who live here are just small characters responsible for enhancing the atmosphere in front of these low-key families.

Maybe the younger generation doesn’t have this idea, but in the words of his grandfather Michael, actors are actors after all, and the most important capital of a person is real resources, which is the foundation.

Yorks knows what this sentence means. In other words, where does the food people eat come from? Where does the material of the clothes they wear come from?
Of course, everyone has different ideas. To him, money is capital.

"Fortunately, I'm lucky in this life, which allows me to skip this step and start pursuing what I need and like to do." York shook his head, picked up what he needed and walked out of his room.

But before he could go downstairs, his cell phone vibrated.

York's heart moved and he took out his cell phone from his pocket. Tifa sent a reply.

"I'm single anyway, will this affect our relationship?"

York stopped, was silent, and typed: "No."

Mobile phone vibration.

As far away as Quantico, Virginia.

Tifa, wearing a suit, leaned against the wall, looking at the screen of her mobile phone with a slight smile on her face.

"So, do you still want to come with me to attend my sister's coming-of-age ceremony?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Yorks's answer followed.

"You said I was a sentimental fool, what do you think?"

Tifa's eyes softened: "I'll be back in three days."

"Okay! I'll pick you up."

Tifa looked at it quietly for a few seconds, then put away her phone.

At this moment, several people hurried out of a door next to her, and Tifa looked over.

There are men and women.

One of the men, who looked to be at least forty years old, spoke up:

"Tifa! Your analysis is correct. They found the cabin where the murderer is!"

Tifa nodded: "That's good."………………………………………………

There is a large open space in front of the huge manor, with tables filled with buffets and fine wines.

Some waiters were moving in and out among the crowd.

People come and go, dressed beautifully and formally, and they are all very familiar with taking what they want to eat from the table or picking up the food on the plate held by the waiter.

Everyone is socializing.

To some extent, they are keen on attending high-end banquets because they can meet new people and expand their social circles.

The advantage of this is that there may be an opportunity for win-win cooperation someday.

However, this is only the periphery. If you go deeper, to the outside of the hall and then inside the hall, there are fewer people.

It means that the grade is gradually getting higher.

Starting from outside the hall, there is a circle of people who are somewhat familiar with each other, either several generations of a certain family or a certain boss.

In the warm hall.

York, who was forcibly dragged in by his own family, hid in the corridor on the second floor, leaning on the railing with his right hand and looking down, holding a glass of wine in his left hand.
He could feel the resentful looks from his formally dressed peers, and then he looked at the woman next to him helplessly.

"Why did you come up here? I was just fine, no one noticed me at all, but now they are all targeting me."

The person standing next to him was Irina.

Compared with yesterday, she has undergone a gorgeous transformation. The dress makes her look more elegant and charming. Her originally untrimmed long brown hair has been skillfully styled into a layered shape. Her hair casually falls on her shoulders, revealing her fair and delicate neck, which is as pure and flawless as the first snow, revealing a healthy and natural luster.

She was so close that her arm was about to touch his rolled-up sleeves. Yorks could smell her faint fragrance and see the bulging, whiter part of her breasts. That line was like an abyss.

"Do you know what they looked like in front of me before you came?" Irina said with a smile.

York shook his glass and said, "You can understand this unwilling look just by thinking about it, right? Based on my understanding of you, I don't think you would even bother to pay attention to it?"

"Yes."

Irina smiled even more and pointed to a nice-looking person of her age in the crowd below and said, "Do you remember that man?"

York followed her gaze and exchanged glances with the man in a suit who was looking over here. Seeing him raise his glass with an unnatural expression, he also raised his glass in response and smiled.
"Brewster? When he was a kid, I beat him up because he kept mocking Fuller. He cried so hard that he never dared to be sarcastic to Fuller again."

Having said that, Yorks temporarily fell into reminiscence and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

When he was a child, Full was not as thin as he is now. Under these circumstances, he was a natural target for bullying, especially when others didn't know his background.

"Twice."

York looked at Irina in surprise: "Twice?"

She just said it in an affirmative tone, smiling gently.

"The first time was when he called me a pig."

York was stunned, and a very distant memory emerged in his mind.

The chubby Irina stood there crying, rubbing her eyes, while Brewster and his little followers were laughing in front of her.

He felt that Irina's crying was a bit pitiful and distressing, and he couldn't help but rush over and give Brewster and the others a good scolding.

But at that time, I was only five or six years old.

Looking at Irina's deep eyes, which were now flashing with a brighter light, her lips slightly raised, outlining a charming smile. That smile contained memories, nostalgia, and feelings he didn't know. York opened his mouth, but finally shifted his gaze and sighed.

"Thank goodness you still remember what happened back then. I have forgotten all about it."

(End of this chapter)