Caleb took a deep breath, thinking it was Marion's arrangement.
But Drake was a troublemaker, not suitable for the happy occasion.
Those around Caleb tried to soothe him.
"Mr. Houston Sr., today's a joyful day. Turning someone away who came to congratulate us would ruin the mood."
"Exactly. Why not let Mr. Lowe come in and have a drink?"
Caleb thought about it and tacitly approved. The guards surrounding Drake quickly dispersed.
"Mr. Lowe, this way," the butler said, stepping forward to guide him.
Drake casually looked around, but the guests shrank back, uneasy with his presence.
Ignoring their reactions, Drake pointed to the table where Caleb was seated.
"I want to sit there."
"Mr. Lowe, that's the main table, reserved for family members only."
"Michael counts as family? And what about Randy? Erica is just a distant relative, right? Then there are Fermin and Liza. Since when did they join the Houston family?"
Drake was adamant about it. "Let me sit at that table, or my men will smash this place. Your choice."
The butler had no choice but to lead Drake to the main table.
Their feud started when Juan asked him to disrupt Drake and Cathryn's engagement party. He had assumed their paths wouldn't cross again, but here they were, face to face. He bet Drake hadn't made a move only out of respect for the wedding.
'Juan, this is your fault,' Garland groaned inwardly. 'What kind of mentor are you?'
"What's wrong? Why are you sweating?" Liza noticed.
Garland quickly wiped his forehead. "Nothing. It's hot here."
Liza was puzzled because the temperature in the hall was just right.
Drake handed his invitation to Kale, who discreetly tucked it into his pocket.
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