Yvonne helped Mr. James Sr. to a nearby seat.
Teresa and Bennett followed behind them.
"The Scotts are an academic family, always putting on airs of being above it all, but that couple is as snobbish as they come, always looking down on people. If I hadn't been here to back you up today, they would have walked all over you. I guess that makes me a pretty good grandfather, huh?"
Mr. James Sr. said to Yvonne as they walked.
"It's a good day if I don't bully someone else; who could possibly bully me?" Yvonne scoffed. "Don't try to pull one over on me, Grandpa. Having you, the head of the James family, as my grandfather certainly gives me some clout. But having me, the new Mrs. Thompson, as your granddaughter also brings you a great deal of prestige. With all these guests here today, everyone now knows the James and Thompson families are connected by marriage. That's bound to bring you some advantages in the business world. This is mutually beneficial, so don't expect any extra gratitude from me."
After hearing this, Mr. James Sr. glanced sideways at Yvonne. The girl was only in her early twenties, her face still holding a hint of youthfulness, but she was sharp as a tack. She really wasn't easy to fool.
"Your mother was never the sharpest tool in the shed, so I never expected her to have a daughter as clever as you."
Teresa really wasn't very bright. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so easily manipulated by her stepmother, losing the excellent match her own mother had arranged for her, only to marry a social climber like George.
Back then, Mr. James Sr. had warned Teresa and was completely against her marriage to George. But Teresa was dead set on marrying him, and Mr. James Sr. realized his daughter was a lost cause, so he stopped trying to interfere.
"You've been sharp and formidable your whole life, yet your two sons are one disappointment after another. And neither of your daughters is particularly bright. It must be some kind of genetic anomaly."
Yvonne shot back directly.
Hearing this, Mr. James Sr. was taken aback for a moment, but instead of getting angry, he chuckled.

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