The elite crowd of high-society guests and greedy relatives murmured in heavy agreement with the smug hotel executive, since Preston held a prestigious corporate title that blinded their shallow minds, making them eagerly nod their heads as Mr. Harrison was rudely shoved aside.
Uncle Henry crossed his arms with a mocking sneer, fully buying into the fabricated lie, because a frog at the bottom of a well found it much easier to believe a kitchen worker was a scammer rather than a hidden dragon possessing heaven-defying wealth.
"Preston is a Regional Vice President who works directly with billionaires, so he obviously knows the truth!" Uncle Henry announced loudly to the surrounding guests, pointing a judging finger at the glowing crystal resting in the velvet box. "This street rat bought a cheap piece of colored glass just to manipulate the Patriarch, which is an unforgivable insult to the Vance family!"
