CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: JULIAN LANCASTER, PRESIDENT OF LANCASTER GROUP

Hearing Vincent Lancaster’s words, Julian Lancaster’s mouth slowly curved into a smile. His expression carried a hint of contempt as he chuckled and said three words: "Julian Lancaster."

After speaking, he added, "Nina Sinclair’s husband."

The entire banquet hall erupted!

This man was Julian Lancaster, the Lancaster Family’s business prodigy, the man most likely to inherit the Lancaster Family’s legacy!

He was actually so young!

He was actually so handsome!

Oh my God... his looks could start a career on their own. Compared to him, Vincent Lancaster was like heaven and earth, utterly incomparable!

His status and identity were not something Vincent Lancaster could compete with!

Vincent Lancaster’s pupils contracted fiercely upon hearing Julian Lancaster reveal his identity, and he was stunned.

Julian Lancaster?

He was actually Julian Lancaster?

Vincent Lancaster could not believe that the newlywed husband Nina Sinclair mentioned was Julian Lancaster!

He didn’t believe it!

How could Nina Sinclair possibly marry Julian Lancaster? With her low status background, there was no way Julian Lancaster would marry her!

Not only did Vincent Lancaster not believe it, but even Sierra Sinclair was also dumbfounded, unable to believe that Nina Sinclair had actually hooked up with such a big-shot like Julian Lancaster.

She didn’t believe it... didn’t believe it...

Nina Sinclair saw the shocked expressions on their faces, as if they had eaten a fly, and felt completely gratified.

When Sierra used to flaunt in front of her countless times, she had long wanted to hit them with a reality check, and now her wish had come true, achieving the effect she desired!

She curled her lips into a gentle smile, looking at the two clinging to each other, and said with a chuckle, "Vincent Lancaster, from now on you might have to call me Auntie."

With those words, Vincent Lancaster’s face grew even more unsightly.

The young ladies who had just said Nina Sinclair’s man was a potbellied old man now had faces so dark they seemed to drip water.

If the person in question was Julian Lancaster, they would have kicked Vincent to the curb in a heartbeat. How could Vincent Lancaster compare to Julian Lancaster? It was like heaven and earth!

"Julian, Julian Lancaster? Is he really Julian Lancaster?" Sierra Sinclair exclaimed incredulously.

She was still unwilling to believe that Nina Sinclair could have latched onto such an amazing man, and the thought of having to stand a notch below Nina in the future was something she couldn’t accept.

So she had a reason to suspect that the man in front of her was an imposter!

Perhaps Nina Sinclair knew they hadn’t met Julian Lancaster and found some man to impersonate him!

Sierra Sinclair seemed to gain confidence as she pointed at Julian Lancaster and said, "Nina Sinclair, where did you find this man? He’s a fake, isn’t he?"

Upon hearing Sierra’s words, Yvette Thompson and Vincent Lancaster began to slowly catch on.

Exactly! Who could prove this was Julian Lancaster?

Nina Sinclair felt a moment of insecurity when she heard this, and her hand tensed slightly.

Suddenly, she felt Julian Lancaster tightly gripping her hand, his well-defined large hand wrapping around her small hand, as if wordlessly reassuring her, telling her not to worry.

She couldn’t help but turn to look at Julian Lancaster, whose extraordinarily handsome face bore a calm, unruffled expression, with no hint of being exposed. This serene confidence made him exceptionally charming.

Even Nina Sinclair, at that moment, was bewildered, fully believing that he was indeed the real Julian Lancaster.

"Nonsense! If my brother isn’t Julian Lancaster, then who is he?" Sharon Lancaster’s voice rang out beside her.

She stepped forward from the back, sneering, "Are you all blind? Not recognizing my brother is one thing, but can you not even recognize Uncle Ming, who is always by Grandpa’s side?"

With those words, Vincent Lancaster and Yvette Thompson both turned to look towards the door.