Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Chapter 137 The next day, Nathan Cross and Penny Smith returned home from the office to find Benson and Leah Smith waiting for them.

Benson Smith immediately spoke up the moment he saw them enter the house. “You came back at the right time. There’s something we need to discuss with both of you.”

“What’s wrong?” Penny Smith asked as Nathan Cross looked on curiously.

“Do you still remember your second grand uncle?” Benson Smith asked.

Penny Smith nodded. “Of course, he’s the younger brother of Grandpa. I heard that he had been working at the Northern Grand Council. Grandpa adores him too.”

“He hasn’t come back for a visit for more than a decade now, and he hasn’t stayed in touch with us as well.”

“That’s right but you know what? He came back yesterday,” Benson Smith said.

“Huh? Grand Uncle is back?” Penny Smith exclaimed.

Benson Smith nodded. “He chided your grandfather for kicking us out of the family. Uncle probably didn’t want to see a rift forming within the family.”

“He called me just this morning and invited us to lunch at 2pm this afternoon. He wants to discuss this with us.”

Leah Smith bit her lip. “The Old Master already kicked us out of the family, so what’s there to talk about?”

Benson Smith sighed. “Dad kicked us out, not Uncle.”

“Uncle is our senior and works at the Grand Council, so there’s no reason we shouldn’t go.”

“Since he’s interested in this and wants to talk about it, why not take this chance to explain everything to him?” Penny Smith asked.

“In fact, if we manage to get on good terms with Grandpa and our other grand uncles, it would be a win-win situation for all of us.”

That afternoon, Nathan Cross and company arrived at the Century Hotel for lunch.

They met up with Penny Smith’s second grand uncle in the Peony Hall.

The man looked like he was in his sixties. Even so, his greying sideburns failed to get in the way of his powerful aura.

Everyone else from the Smith family was there too, except the Old Master Sean Smith himself.

“Uncle!”

Benson Smith greeted his uncle Sebastian Smith politely.

Sebastian Smith glanced at his family from his seat, the room was surrounded by the other members of the Smith family. “You’re here. Have a seat,” he said without a hint of emotion.

Benson Smith and his family scurried to their seats.

“Since everyone’s here, I will get the waitress to serve the food now. We can talk as we eat,” Sebastian Smith said.

The food came within minutes, each of them carefully crafted and arranged in the most extravagant manner.

Sebastian Smith pulled out a carton of his own wine instead of picking from the hotel’s menu.

“I may be just an errand boy at the Grand Council, but I got to enjoy the finest of wines especially the ones delivered to my boss.

I can’t stand the taste of ordinary wine, if you want me to be honest.”

With that, he took out a bottle of limited edition wine.

Samuel Smith and his family members’ eyes lit up after seeing the bottle.

This was something that only those high ranks could enjoy!

Everyone sang their praises to Sebastian Smith.

Sebastian Smith was pleased with the flattery, though his happiness was slightly dampened upon noticing Penny Smith and her family’s lack of enthusiasm.

Benson Smith was an honest guy who did not believe in flattery. Hence he was completely oblivious to Sebastian Smith’s displeasure.

Soon, everyone’s cups were filled with wine.

Sebastian Smith raised his glass for a toast.

Benson Smith and his family followed suit.

After the toast, Samuel Smith started a new wave of praises. “An excellent brew! No wonder it’s specially tailored for the higher-

ups! Thank for this chance to taste it, Uncle!”

Sebastian Smith looked at Benson Smith. “Benson, I suppose you’ve never tried such fine wine before?” he asked with a fake smile.

Benson Smith froze for a second, his cheeks flushed a bit. “I had. My son-in-law Nathan once brought home a couple of cartons for us to try. He said that his old chief gave them to him, and he was not interested so I had them,” he answered.

Everyone else at the table began to scoff at him.

“Oh Benson, will you die if you stop bragging even for a second?” Samuel Smith asked, smirking.

“Who doesn’t know that Nathan Cross is a good-for-nothing piece of trash? How is it even possible for him to get his hands on those limited edition wines? You could have at least tried to make it convincing by saying that he’s an officer or something.”