Chapter 142

The air in the conference room turned heavy in an instant. Among the bidders at the table, only an old-timer with an overinflated sense of self would dare to openly belittle someone like this. Some, aware of the Foster family's wealth, tried to smooth things over. "He didn't choose to be born a bastard, and there's no need to bring up something beyond his control. We're all in the same circles, and we see each other all the time." "Maybe he couldn't control how he was born, but mooching off a woman to make it? That was his call." Someone in the corner spoke up, tossing the comment into the air. Nearby, a portly man chuckled and joined in. "Figures the old man had the guts to say it. A bastard living off a woman's money has no business at this table." "Young, good-looking… I guess that's all it takes to land a rich woman. Hah!" As more voices joined in, the mockery snowballed. What began as insults soon became entertainment, a joke for everyone but him. Clenching his fists, Zac