My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1053

Cooper, Linus, and Sophia had drawn up the invitation list for the banquet together. It practically covered all the prominent figures in Bayside City. Even Alex Mitchell of the Mitchell Family had received an invitation. The Four Great Families of Bayside City, as well as the Yard Family with whom Sophia had been cooperating, had all sent representatives to attend the banquet. Among them was Jordan Edwards.

Sophia had met Jordan before, but she had lost her memories of that time. Since returning to Bayside City, she had yet to meet him. He seemed to be rather mysterious and rarely showed his face; he was probably similar to Cooper—an extreme recluse. Nowadays, almost everything involving the Edwards Family was managed by Lucy, Ian, Sam, and several others.

Several people from the entertainment industry attended too. The second season of ‘Where Are We Going, Dad?’ was about to start filming in September. There were five fathers on the show, and the other four, except Michael, were here.

Unfortunately, Michael could not be contacted. Even though the banquet was pushed back by ten days, he still couldn’t make it to the banquet. That was the thing about filming—the filming schedule was never certain. A small incident could affect the entire filming schedule. Therefore, it was common for delays to occur before they finished filming. Although she felt somewhat regretful, she understood his circumstances.

Still, the most important guests of today were none other than the Yard Family. Although they were added to the invitation list at the last minute, they magnanimously and respectfully sent their twin presidents to attend the banquet as their representatives.

The venue was bustling. Everybody was dressed glamorously, and the decorations Linus had prepared within the venue were extremely gorgeous. The theme tonight was fairy palace. Therefore, the entire venue was stunningly furnished like a scene from a fairytale, and the visual effects were breathtaking. It made Sophia feel very proud.

Meanwhile, the siblings, Callum and Cade Yard, sat down at the area where the sofas were arranged into a square. They were more or less dressed identically, and their faces were two peas in a pod. Even their movements were similar—the act of slightly loosening their tie after sitting down was graceful and in sync. The elegant and aristocratic aura they exuded was exactly the same too. Every movement, down to their gazes, was done in unison.

The twins were rumored to be test-tube babies. After choosing from the best sperm and egg collected from their parents, they were the final results formed through a series of scientific selection and careful cultivation. Needless to say, a person born with the ideal genetic traits and raised with the best education available was bound to be extraordinary, to say the least. For some, they were already leagues above their peers at the embryonic stage.

The two of them had just taken a seat and were about to order something to drink when they noticed that another person had sat down on the sofa opposite. Moreover, that person was staring straight at them. At the same time, a wave of exclamations rang out around them.

“F*ck, it’s the Yard Family!”

“It’s the legendary Yard Family!”

“The Yard Family that nearly went extinct after our ancestors wiped them out!”

It only took several seconds for more than a dozen young men, who looked like they were created from the same mold, to sit down on the opposite sofa. They sported the same buzz cut, dressed in identical outfits, sat in similar postures, and had uniform, straightforward expressions. It felt like ten huskies were surrounding and eyeing two kittens hungrily. Among them, the leader of the group, Stanley, stood out fiercely with his thick eyebrows.

Callum and Cade frowned in response. Sweeping their gazes across the group of Fletchers that looked like a bunch of vicious dogs, they singled out the leader, Stanley, and glared back at him. Callum and Cade’s gazes seemed to say: ‘Hmph, descendants of rebels!’ On the other hand, Stanley and the Fletchers’ gazes seemed to say: ‘Descendants of evil tyrants; traitors of the country!’