Chapter 1184: Chapter 1184: If You Can Fight, Don’t Waste Words

The birthday celebration for the elder of the Seymour Family was chosen to be held at a famous chain hotel in Brocade City, and quite a few media reporters were invited.

When Griffith Squire arrived, he saw a red carpet laid out in front of the hotel, a group of young ladies dressed as if attending Paris Fashion Week, striking poses in front of the cameras. He couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.

The customs of Brocade City remain pure, and these young ladies are indeed quite charming. Griffith Squire thought of the past in Southeast Asia when the fourth Miss of the Leclair Family married, the grandeur, where the media crowded in vain for a glimpse. The Leclair Family’s attitude toward mainstream media was cold, posed high above, unlike the approachable elites of Brocade City.

Griffith Squire glanced at the hotel with a smirk, opened the car door, and then helped Aurora Coldwell out.

"Don’t be nervous," the man looked down at her, a handsome face revealing a hint of a smile.

Aurora Coldwell froze for a moment and nodded. She was neither nervous nor afraid, having grown up in Brocade City and seen such occasions often. But the man’s consideration still warmed her heart. Since her mother passed away, she hadn’t felt such warmth.

Unconsciously, Aurora Coldwell reached out to hold his arm, leaned closer to him, and smiled slightly.

Griffith Squire looked down at the dimples flashing across her lips, sweet to the point of cloying, a peach-blossom gaze tilted slightly, hitting a particular spot in his heart.

Some media reporters noticed the sports car and the handsome man and beautiful woman nearby, and instantly held their breath, frantically clicking the shutter.

The young ladies striking poses also noticed the commotion here; after all, men driving sports cars are rare in Brocade City, furthermore, the man is extraordinarily handsome. They stopped posing and began whispering.

"Isn’t that Aurora Coldwell and her fiancé? Wasn’t Aurora Coldwell said to be dumb, kicked out by the Coldwell Family? She hasn’t appeared in Brocade City for years."

"Are you stupid? With such a handsome fiancé, any woman would bring him out. She was betrayed by her fiancé and sister."

"Oh my god, that man is just too handsome. He’s walking over, simply perfect, flawless from every angle."

"Oh, his skin is even better than mine; I want to keep such a pretty boy."

"Haha, wake up. This man recently kicked Benedict out of the Coldwell mansion, said to have a terrifyingly strong backing. Can he be your plaything?"

"Can’t I dream? Hmph."

"By the way, Aurora Coldwell has become more beautiful; I heard that Michael wants to break off the engagement for her."

"Is it true? That’s big news. Brooke Coldwell would be furious."

A group of three or four women exchanged all sorts of gossip in a moment and watched Griffith Squire handsomely escort Aurora Coldwell along the red carpet, stunned by their beauty, too excited to speak.

"He smiled at me, oh my!"

"He smiled at me. You’re blind."

Griffith Squire curled the corner of his lips mischievously; these debutantes in Brocade City are really cute, but the one beside him is the cutest.

The Seymour Family’s event invited Brocade City’s elites, with quite a crowd, making the main hall somewhat noisy. As soon as Griffith Squire arrived, he had an aura of control, drawing most of the attention.

Everyone felt that this man merely stood there, yet somehow seemed imposing. Thinking of recent rumors, they cautiously restrained a bit, realizing he was not ordinary.

Benedict of the Seymour Family was surrounded by a group of charming young girls, feeling slightly smug. When he saw Aurora Coldwell, his eyes brightened, but upon seeing her with Griffith Squire, his face immediately fell, and he coldly instructed a young gentleman beside him.

The young gentleman nodded, stepped forward to block Griffith Squire, and mocked, "Who are you? You must have come to the wrong place. Do you have an invitation?"

Griffith Squire raised his eyebrows at this, his eyes lighting up, his handsome and mischievous face curling up with a smile, leisurely saying, "No invitation, what of it?"

When it comes to violent suppression, Griffith Squire is an expert. Forget the battle records in the Golden Triangle, just in Southeast Asia, he faced the Imperial City’s Major General head-on alone, not to mention he almost got their Crown Prince called to military court. Listing these instances is likely to frighten Brocade City’s elites.

The young gentleman was dumbfounded, the first time seeing someone so boldly uninvited, pressed by the other’s aura, he was somewhat angry, pointed at him, yelling, "You came without an invitation, hurry out, or I’ll call for security."

The young gentleman’s cowardice was apparent; before he finished speaking, Cornelius Turner, behind Griffith Squire, expressionlessly dislocated the man’s arm and kicked him to the ground, making him cry miserably.

Griffith Squire timely covered Aurora Coldwell’s eyes, pulling her closer to him, his low voice saying, "Don’t look."

Aurora Coldwell answered softly as his warm hand covered her eyes.

Griffith Squire sneered at the young gentleman, thinking if they could act, why talk too much. Was he frightened into growth?

This commotion immediately attracted all the attention. Seeing this, Benedict’s face darkened, stepping forward, muttering angrily, "Griffith Squire, acting out at my grandfather’s birthday? Not giving face to the Seymour Family?"

"Accompanying my fiancée is giving face to the Seymour Family, you refuse it yourself, blame me?" Griffith Squire sneered, nearly choking Benedict with a single sentence.

Arrogant, utterly arrogant. Benedict turned livid with rage, others didn’t know, but he and the Kingston Family did, this man was a devil.

When Griffith Squire appeared in Brocade City, both he and George Kingston went to probe, the people sent to the Coldwell mansion never returned, lying comatose in the hospital, those sent to the black market were threatened, no force dared to accept a bounty against him, using force against Griffith Squire was simply dreaming.

Benedict merely wanted to give him a show of might, to embarrass him, unexpectedly the other arrogantly stepped over his face.

"Quickly call 911 to send him to the hospital." Benedict suffered a loss, venting his anger on the security, ordering them to send the young gentleman wailing on the ground to the hospital at once. If this man wrecked the event, the Seymour Family’s reputation would be ruined.

Seymour’s father rushed over upon hearing the commotion, smoothing things over with a smile, "This must be Mr. Griffith? Please, have a seat."

"Mr. Griffith, truly so accomplished in youth."

"I heard Ian Coldwell holds you in high regard, wants you to take over the Coldwell empire?" Some elder foxes laughed trying to get close, while probing.

Having lain on a sickbed for months, Ian Coldwell might close his eyes any day now. Now, his eldest daughter is back, holding shares in the Coldwell Clan, battling stepmother and stepsister, the drama originally lacked zest, yet an enigmatic Griffith Squire emerged, not only countering Mrs. Coldwell but stepping on the Seymour Family’s face, such audacity is not typical of youth.

All eyes focused.