CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: THIS DRINK IS TO THANK YOU FOR BRINGING CLARA TO MY SIDE

Joy Shawn suddenly tugged on the sleeve of Owen Quinlan beside her and whispered, "Should we go over and apologize to Clara Sterling?"

"Forget it, she hasn’t come to us, let’s just play dead." Owen Quinlan said in a hushed voice, "We’ll leave early."

"Okay."

At this moment, another person walked into the banquet hall.

The newcomer was wearing a red evening gown, with her hair styled meticulously, dressed quite extravagantly.

Her gaze swept around the banquet hall and finally stopped on Isaac Sutton, "Isaac!"

That charming and gentle voice made everyone turn to look at her.

Who is that? Why have I never seen her before?

Isaac Sutton saw Quinn Hughes, his brow furrowed, "What are you doing here?"

Quinn Hughes smiled sweetly as she walked over to Isaac Sutton’s side, "I came to accompany you to the class reunion."

As she spoke, Quinn Hughes glanced at the people at the table, ready to greet them, when her eyes swept over Clara Sterling and Silas Sheffield beside her and froze abruptly.

Why is Clara Sterling sitting with Silas Sheffield?

They’re even wearing matching outfits.

What’s going on here?

"And who might this be?" a classmate asked Isaac Sutton.

Just as Isaac Sutton was about to speak, Quinn Hughes hurriedly said, "I’m Isaac Sutton’s fiancée, here to accompany him to the class reunion."

Her words caused quite a stir.

Isaac Sutton is already engaged?

Everyone here today were classmates of Isaac Sutton and Clara Sterling.

Many at Crestwood U knew they used to be a couple, a very loving one.

Today, Isaac Sutton came here, and many saw the scene where he actively went up to talk with Clara Sterling.

From the way Isaac Sutton looked at Clara Sterling, it was clear he hadn’t moved on.

Most people didn’t know Isaac Sutton was engaged. Before Silas Sheffield appeared, they were still wondering if Clara Sterling might reconcile with Isaac Sutton.

But then Silas Sheffield showed up first, claiming Clara Sterling as his wife.

The crowd was just recovering from the shock when another woman claimed to be Isaac Sutton’s fiancée.

Everyone thought: coming to the reunion today was worth it!

In an instant, everyone was like squirrels jumping around in a melon patch.

Quinn Hughes didn’t recognize the school leaders from Crestwood U, but she knew Silas Sheffield.

She smiled sweetly and greeted Silas Sheffield, "President Sheffield, what brings you here too?"

Silas Sheffield didn’t initially want to acknowledge her, but remembering that she often caused trouble for Clara because of Isaac Sutton, he coldly responded, "Accompanying my wife."

Quinn Hughes was stunned, her gaze awkwardly shifting to Clara Sterling.

Clara Sterling smiled slightly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, which gleamed coldly, "Miss Hughes."

Quinn Hughes forced out a strained smile, "You’re President Sheffield’s wife?"

Clara Sterling snorted coldly, "What? Surprised?"

Quinn Hughes’ face turned pale; she almost gritted her teeth, "Well, congratulations to Mrs. Sheffield then."

"That’s enough." Isaac Sutton grabbed Quinn Hughes by the wrist and pulled her to a chair.

Quinn Hughes sat down, still in a daze.

Today, she came to keep an eye on Isaac Sutton.

She was afraid Isaac Sutton would clear up the rumors for Clara Sterling, and Clara would be so touched she’d rekindle their old flame.

She had specially done her hair, bought a dress, and dolled herself up to outshine Clara Sterling.

But who would have thought Clara Sterling also dressed up today, looking nothing like the previously plain college girl!

What baffled her even more was that Silas Sheffield was sitting next to Clara Sterling, and Silas himself said Clara Sterling was his wife.

How did these two unrelated people meet and get married?

Seeing Silas Sheffield chatting and laughing sweetly with Clara Sterling, Isaac Sutton felt a dull pain in his chest.

He picked up a glass of wine and walked over to Clara Sterling, "Clara, I didn’t expect you’d be with President Sheffield. This drink is for you."

Clara Sterling frowned.

What is he playing at now?

Before Clara Sterling could speak, a slender, distinct hand reached over and picked up the wine glass for her.

Silas Sheffield’s eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were extremely cold and sharp, "She doesn’t drink, I’ll drink it for her."

The people at nearby tables kept glancing over with curious eyes.

Upon hearing Silas Sheffield’s words, some started whispering again.

Just now, when they toasted Silas Sheffield, he said he couldn’t drink as he had to drive, using water instead.

Now, when Isaac Sutton toasted Clara Sterling, Silas Sheffield proactively blocked the drink for her.

So pampering, so double-standard.

Nonetheless, everyone was puzzled. Clara Sterling could have just refused the drink since she doesn’t drink, so why did Silas Sheffield go the extra mile to drink it for her?

In the next second, Silas Sheffield answered their doubts.

They saw the man down the glass in one go and smiled meaningfully, "This drink is to thank you for bringing Clara to me."

Silas Sheffield was outstandingly handsome, and when he wasn’t smiling, he was cold and kept people at a distance of a thousand miles, making everyone afraid of him.

But now, his smile softened his imposing demeanor, making the girls present swoon over him.

With that smile, Isaac Sutton’s face darkened a few more shades.

He gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Silas Sheffield was mocking him for not knowing how to cherish such a wonderful girl like Clara and losing her.

Isaac Sutton tilted his head and drank it all in one go, bitter and pained in his heart.

He came to Clara Sterling to find flaws in her expression and reaction, looking for evidence that she and Silas Sheffield weren’t truly married.

Clara Sterling didn’t know how to lie. If she and Silas Sheffield were just pretending, she would definitely show a flaw.

But before Clara Sterling even spoke, Silas Sheffield drank the wine for her and mocked him.

Isaac Sutton truly shot himself in the foot.

The meal tasted like wax to Isaac Sutton.

He sat right across Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling, and every time he looked up, he saw them being lovey-dovey right in front of him.

At the end of the banquet, Isaac Sutton stood up and said, "I’ll settle the bill, and later I’ll have the organizer refund everyone’s contributions. Let’s consider this reunion my treat."

Several school leaders looked appreciative.

Hearing this, the classmates were all delighted, and words of praise poured out.

"Young Master Sutton is generous!"

"Truly the heir of the Sutton Family, treating us all without hesitation."

"Thank you, Young Master Sutton!"

...

Isaac Sutton smiled and cast a slightly challenging glance at Silas Sheffield.

Silas Sheffield looked back at him, expression cold, eyes devoid of emotion.

At that moment, a group of people hurriedly walked over.

The leading few were impeccably dressed in suits, followed by several chefs in white uniforms with chef hats and uniformed waitstaff.

The man at the front was the general manager of the restaurant.

He quickly approached Silas Sheffield and respectfully greeted, "President Sheffield."

"Hmm." Silas Sheffield nodded, his expression indifferent.

"President Sheffield, we didn’t know you were inspecting today and didn’t properly receive you, which was our service failure."

Silas Sheffield: "I’m not here for an inspection today, I’m here to accompany my wife to a class reunion."

The man suddenly understood, "So today’s event here is Mrs. Sheffield’s class reunion."

"Yes." Silas Sheffield lightly said, "Consider all expenses here today on the house for them."

"Understood, President Sheffield."

The volume of their conversation was just right, allowing those around to hear.

Everyone was once again shocked.

The expenses here today were easily in the tens of thousands, and Silas Sheffield could waive them all with a single sentence?

People started whispering among themselves once more.

Someone explained, "You probably don’t know, but this restaurant is under the Sheffield Group, not just this one, but the whole street is a part of Sheffield Group’s assets."

Isaac Sutton listened to these words, his fists clenching at his sides, his face darkening.