Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Before long, Terence was ushered into the venue by the group of people

surrounding him.

Emmanuel tried to catch up, but he couldn’t get close to Terence. In the end,

he gave up and wandered around on his own.

As he entered the venue, he was truly amazed. So, this is how magnificent

the upper–class‘ place is! Almost every item on display in the venue was

something he couldn’t afford, even with his annual salary. The place was

filled with high–class individuals, each one dressed to impress and exuded

unparalleled nobility.

The entry of someone like Emmanuel, who appeared plain and poor, was

seen as an offense to upper–class individuals by many as it would lower their

social status.

“Hey, who’s that guy? I’ve never seen him before.”

“It’s Mr. Cline’s auction tonight, so there are certain qualifications to enter.

That kid must be a nouveau riche at the very least.”

Emmanuel’s unconventional appearance caught the attention of several

young people, who deliberately stopped him.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Which dock are you from?”

“Dock? What dock?” Emmanuel furrowed his brow slightly, for he had no idea

that the upper–class society was just like any other society, just that it was

smaller. Since that was the case, there would be various factions and

divisions of power. The leaders of these factions were called ‘docks‘. Docks

could be big or small, but anyone who became a dock must have some

influence in the city. For those who wanted to climb up the social ladder but

lacked sufficient power, they naturally had to join a dock. Otherwise, they

wouldn’t be able to survive in the circle, and if something went wrong,

nobody would help them.

Emmanuel, who was new to the upper class, did not know these things, so he

was caught off guard by the question.

Seeing that he couldn’t answer, several young heirs immediately surrounded

him with ill intentions. “Hey, kid, you don’t know anything about the rules, do

you?”

“You’re in trouble now.”

A few young women also smirked coldly.

As members of the upper class, they couldn’t resist bullying others from time

to time. Otherwise, where would their sense of superiority come from?

Although the women thought Emmanuel lacked a noble aura, they

acknowledged his looks and physique. Unfortunately, in upper–class circles,

looks were worthless because both men and women in this circle had

enough money to go for plastic surgeries.

At this moment, several young men prepared to be physical with Emmanuel.

Let’s teach this poor guy a lesson so he will remember not to enter places

where he doesn’t belong.

Just as they put their hands on Emmanuel’s shoulder, Terence approached

them.

As soon as they saw Terence, the arrogant young men and women who

were acting all high and mighty immediately put on smiles and greeted him

respectfully. “Hello, Old Mr. Quillen.”

“It’s good to see you, Old Mr. Quillen.” Some women intentionally lowered their

necklines, disregarding whether Terence, at his age, was still capable or not,

and boldly displayed their most beautiful, fair cleavage.

“What are you all doing?” Terence asked knowingly.

Two young women quickly answered him with enthusiasm, “Oh, we’re just

joking around. There’s a commoner here who didn’t join any docks. We’re

planning to teach him the rules.”

One of the men joined in with a smile. “Old Mr. Quillen, if you don’t mind, shall

we have him kneel before you to pay his respects to you?”

They only knew Terence by name and were not familiar with the character of

Yeringham’s wealthiest man, so they engaged in conversation based on their

values.

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Sure enough, after the man spoke, his companions discreetly nudged him,

signaling him not to say such things. In their eyes, Emmanuel was just a piece

of trash and wasn’t even qualified to go anywhere near Terence.

Although Emmanuel didn’t understand the rules of upper–class circles, he

knew that these men and women wanted to bully him. Yet, if they dared to

make a move, the one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy would

certainly not be him.