Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 35

That day, the Sanchez family's clubhouse was unexpectedly packed.

When Madam Sanchez and Guillermo arrived slowly, they were stunned by the rows of luxury cars lined up outside the clubhouse.

Madam Sanchez clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "It's just a birthday party for some small fry from the Sanchez family. How did it attract so many big-name guests?"

Guillermo, however, remained calm and reassured his mother, "Mom, don't be angry. These important people aren't here for Theodore; they're here for the prestige of the Sanchez family. Wait until they see him wearing those shabby clothes. They'll know his status in our family is less than that of a dog."

A venomous smile flashed in Madam Sanchez's eyes as she straightened her posture and walked into the clubhouse, with Guillermo following behind.

Upon entering, the expected extravagant decorations fitting the Sanchez family's status as a top conglomerate were nowhere to be found. Instead, there were countless traditional ink paintings and calligraphy works adorning the walls. Every couplet offered blessings for Theodore and the Sanchez family.

Madam Sanchez, coming from a humble background, didn't understand poetry, calligraphy, or rare collections. To her, these ubiquitous works of art were neither luxurious nor impressive, and many of them looked old and shabby. She smiled slyly and whispered, praising her son, "Son, did you collect these paintings from street vendors? You must have gotten quite a bit of kickback from them, right?"

Guillermo had cut back on the budget allocated by the old master and pocketed some of the difference, but he wasn't happy.

Though he had been raised in Western education, he knew that while calligraphy and paintings could have a price, their true value was immeasurable. This room full of calligraphy and paintings made him uneasy because he couldn't assess their worth.

"Mom, these paintings should be worthless, but they still have a refined scholarly air. It makes that brat look like he's well-read and knowledgeable," he said, dissatisfied with the arrangements.

Madam Sanchez replied, "That's the best way to show that the Sanchez family is not showing him any real respect, while maintaining our cultured family image."

At that moment, Theodore arrived.

He casually draped a cheap down jacket over his shoulders, worth only a few hundred yuan, a stark contrast to the luxurious attire of the other guests.

Guillermo's unease disappeared instantly. He smirked and walked up to Theodore, his words dripping with sarcasm: "Brother, what do you think? This is the adult ceremony I've worked so hard to prepare for you. Are you satisfied?"

Theodore's eyes swept over the wall full of priceless works of art, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad he hadn't let his grandfather frame those worn-out treasures extravagantly, so the two ignorant fools before him couldn't immediately recognize his true worth.

"I'm very satisfied. Thank you, big brother."

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it didn't reach his eyes. His voice was soft and gentle, but to Guillermo, it sounded strangely chilling.

"Glad to hear it."

Guillermo's gaze fell on the down jacket, his lips curling into a disdainful smile.

"Brother, that jacket is quite nice. It suits you well."

He reached out to touch Theodore's jacket, but Theodore suddenly ripped it off and tossed it into the trash.