Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185: As Long as I Have a Home, You’ll Have a Home

Griffith Squire noticed that the younger ones were ignorant, while the older ones were quite savvy. Afraid to scare his future little wife beside him, he squinted his almond eyes and said with a slow drawl, "Today, we’re here to celebrate Mr. Seymour’s birthday."

He couldn’t be bothered with other trivial matters.

Mr. Seymour wasn’t in the main hall due to his poor health and slight dementia; he was resting in the VIP room at the back. The Seymour Family was hosting this banquet in Mr. Seymour’s name, merely as a pre-New Year information exchange to continue dividing Brocade City’s interests next year, and incidentally, to probe into the Coldwell Family matter.

If Ian Coldwell couldn’t hold up, who knows whether the Coldwell Family’s assets would bear the surname Seymour or Gossford, or perhaps even Squire.

Mr. Seymour’s father quickly smiled and said, "The old gentleman is resting in the back; I’ll take you there."

Griffith Squire held Aurora Coldwell’s hand and followed behind the Seymour Family Head, and as they left, the main hall erupted abruptly.

"Master Seymour, who is that guy to disregard even your face?"

"Shall we get some folks to teach him a good lesson?"

"This guy sure is lucky with women, being able to be with Aurora Coldwell, who was a famous beauty in Brocade City back in the day."

The aristocratic young men who usually hung out with Benedict circled around, chatting one after the other, mainly out of jealousy coupled with idle gossip.

Benedict sneered and said, "If any of you can make this guy eat dirt, I’ll host a banquet at the Gold and Silver Pavilion for a month."

At that moment, all the noble young men were intrigued; if one of them could fix this guy, wouldn’t they make a big impression in Brocade City?

"The Coldwell Family is here." Who knew who uttered this as the Coldwell madam arrived fashionably late with Brooke Coldwell.

The Coldwell mother and daughter loved basking in the spotlight, always arriving late to every banquet, especially important ones. Now, dressed to the nines on a cold winter day, wearing thin evening gowns, they dazzlingly entered, unaware that Griffith Squire had already made a sensational entry with the Coldwell Miss.

That man’s style was ruthless and treacherous, surrounded by wickedness, paired with Aurora Coldwell, the icy beauty; their confrontation with the Seymour Family left the mother and daughter impeccably dressed but failing to stir any interest.

Everyone glanced but continued to quietly gossip about Griffith Squire and Aurora Coldwell.

"Who exactly is that man?"

"Rumor has it he’s a mafia member from Italy, even the Seymour Family dares not mess with him; didn’t you see Benedict’s aggrieved look?"

"It’s such a pity that Aurora Coldwell, that little beauty, how come nobody realized how stunning she is back then?"

"Just look, the Coldwell sisters are on completely different levels; seeing the Coldwell Miss today really shows how gaudy Brooke Coldwell is."

"I heard Aurora Coldwell holds thirty percent of Coldwell Clan shares; if true, I’d definitely marry her. She’s beautiful and wealthy; anyone who doesn’t marry her is a fool."

Brooke Coldwell made a round and noticed everyone was discussing Griffith Squire and Aurora Coldwell, nearly breaking her nails out of anger, she found Benedict and whispered, "Shall we talk?"

Benedict once had some interest in her, but ever since Aurora Coldwell returned, his heart solely pursued her. Seeing Brooke’s heavily made-up appearance, he felt repulsed, coldly said, "There’s nothing to discuss."

Brooke Coldwell gritted her teeth, saying, "It’s about Aurora; don’t you want to talk?"

Benedict’s gaze subtly moved as Aurora hadn’t returned yet, he whispered, "Follow me."

Benedict led her into a nearby resting room.

"I know you want to get close to Aurora, but you betrayed her back then, she wouldn’t want to see you now, right?" Brooke Coldwell said smartly for once.

Benedict’s handsome face darkened; lately, Griffith Squire had watched closely, preventing any chance to approach Aurora. Occasionally, when opportunities arose, Aurora remained cold as ice, ignoring him, leaving him with no angle to approach.

"My sister holds thirty percent of Coldwell Clan shares; marrying my sister means securing a foothold in the Coldwell Clan." Brooke Coldwell remarked cynically, "Aren’t you tempted? I can help you."

"How will you help me?" Benedict was already tempted, but Griffith Squire blocked any opportunity.

"I’ll arrange a meetup with Aurora; she’s mute, unable to call for help. Then, you can do as you please; once things are set, how wouldn’t she have to marry you?" Brooke Coldwell impatiently glanced at her phone; she just wanted to see if Griffith Squire would still want Aurora once she betrayed him.

A mute, was that worth his meticulous care? She was determined to split them up.

Regarding her mother’s concern about the Seymour Family and Coldwell Family marriage alliance, she couldn’t care less; once the old man died and Aurora married, Coldwell’s all was hers. She’d marry whoever she fancies.

As for Aurora’s future in Seymour Family, even her toe could foresee it; a mute, Benedict’s mother could torment her to no end.

Brooke Coldwell’s eyes flashed with envy and said, "Await my message; I’ll arrange the meeting, but handle the rest yourself."

Benedict’s face slightly darkened; he nodded, saying, "Alright."

He couldn’t think of a better plan right now; indeed, setting things up in advance was the most straightforward and effective method. Benedict thought of Aurora’s cool temperament, her classic and soft features, his heart warmed with desire.

Aurora Coldwell went to see Mr. Seymour, only to find that the old man was so advanced in age and with dementia, completely unable to recognize anyone around him. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She felt slightly down, held the old man’s hand, gestured for a bit and seeing no reaction from him, she loosened her grip, gently pulled on Griffith Squire, saying silently, "Let’s leave."

Griffith Squire nodded, enclosing her small hand in his palm, with a low tone said, "Aurora, why have you never mentioned your maternal family?"

Aurora Coldwell halted, looked at him, said, "Ever since my grandfather passed away and I lost my voice, that side just cut ties with me."

Her grandfather, from the Gossford Family, was also considered a renowned wealthy household; he doted on her mother, providing the richest dowry. Later, after grandfather’s passing, Gossford descendants were mere spendthrifts, leading to a gradual family downfall.

Each time the Gossford Family ran out of money, they’d come to Coldwell Family to hit them up for money for years until after her accident, losing her voice and being exiled to Florence when they stopped contacting her after realizing money was unattainable.

Griffith Squire saw her small face looking forlorn, suddenly thinking of himself and Leah over the years, surviving solely dependent on each other, without parents or relatives, reaching out to rub her head, chuckling warmly said, "With me here, wherever I find home, so do you."

Aurora Coldwell’s heart trembled, looking at his handsome face, lost in thought, her phone suddenly buzzed briefly.

Brooke Coldwell’s message popped up: "Sister, can we have a talk?"