To people like Annie Fraser and Michael Sinclair, they would probably think well of one if they had relations to a prominent family. After all, connections were everything in this society.

But it was ridiculous for someone to proudly announce his friendship with a chef. Yet, Finn Taylor had announced it as though he was ignorant of all that.

"Finn Taylor, you said that Chef Miller is your disciple. Do you mean that you're a chef too?"

Finn Taylor gave it some thought and said, "I don't think I'm much of a chef, but you can call me a nutritionist."

'Hahaha!' Annie Fraser didn't even try to hide her disdain for Finn Taylor. 'He's just trying to put it nicely. Isn't a so-called nutritionist just a chef?'

"Once we're done with our meal, I'll get Chef Miller to come over to meet you," Finn Taylor said seriously to his wife.

Although she didn't understand why he was doing that, she nodded nonetheless.

Very quickly, the dishes were served.

"Come on; don't feel bad. Please eat as much as you can. You can order a few more dishes if this isn't enough." Annie Fraser generously offered, but it was clear how boastful she was. "Oh right, I'll help my husband ask about something. Is anyone here an architect? My husband's company is bidding for one of the Walker family's projects. We're only short of one architect before we can be chosen. Although we've already gotten in touch with several architects in Chicago, I thought that I'd give my classmates some priority."

While Annie Fraser said that, everyone understood that she was simply trying to show off. However, they also knew that they had to suck up to the wealthy.

This was the only way they could get some benefits too.

"Annie, do you mean that the Sinclair family is going to work with the Walker family?"

The Walker family was a prestigious family in New York.

There were four major families in New York, and the Walker family was amongst them. If the Sinclair family could collaborate with them, it would definitely bring them to new heights.

When that time came, Michael Sinclair and Annie Fraser's statuses would drastically improve.

"Not yet. There are several other families in New York who are fighting for this chance. Of course, we stand the greatest chance. The Old Master said he'll hand the project over to Michael if we manage to score that deal. After all, he's the heir to a billion-dollar corporation."

Annie Fraser mentioned it as though it was no big deal, but everyone drew a breath in.

Someone had already stood up and raised her glass. "Annie Fraser, we were good friends in college. Cheers! You must take good care of us."

The glass in that woman's hand wasn't just any cheap wine, but the most expensive liquor available there.

As soon as she finished her sentence, she downed the entire glass in one shot. It was as though she was simply drinking water, yet she didn't seem fazed at all.

Annie Fraser was extremely pleased by this sight. 'As the most outstanding amongst the members, it's only right that I deserve such respect.'

With that, many others naturally soon followed.

They stood up one after the other, toasting in Annie Fraser's honor. Everyone had nothing but praises for her.

Then, only Yvette Larson, Finn Taylor, and Clarine Landon were left.

Annie Fraser was annoyed. Actually, none of the other people mattered. What she wanted to see was Yvette Larson bowing down before her.

Unfortunately, that hadn't happened.

"Yvette Larson, you're so poor that you can't even buy a car. Why don't I let you and your husband work at the Sinclair family's company since we were both classmates? You can be a hostess at the reception. Also, your husband is a chef, right? We can get him to cook."

Others had already supported Annie Fraser and spoken up for her.

"Oh, I never thought that the most beautiful lady would become a hostess now!" This man deliberately left out the word 'reception,' his insinuations clear.

'Hahaha!' Everyone bent over in laughter at that.

But at that moment, Finn Taylor's gaze turned cold as he glanced at the man who had called his wife a hostess.

"His name is Jimmy Landon. He tried to woo Yvette in the past but started spreading rumors about her after she rejected him." Clarine Landon immediately explained to Finn Taylor. Although she was unsure why she even bothered doing so, she gave him the information nonetheless.

"Do you think it's very fun to joke around like that?" Finn Taylor's gaze was fixed on that man. "Kneel down and apologize!"

However, Finn Taylor's words sounded nothing more than a joke to everyone.

"Why the f*ck should I apologize to you? Do you think I've not searched up on your family? You're just the matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family. That's not all—I even know that the whole of San Francisco thinks of you as a piece of trash. In your three years of marriage, you've never even touched your own wife. You've been beaten up by your mother-in-law, Yvette, and even the Larson family. Do you want me to show you a photo as proof now?"

Jimmy Landon had had a crush on Yvette Larson in the past. He had thought that he was outstanding and that she would definitely accept him, but she had rejected him in front of the whole school.

He had been utterly humiliated.

From then on, he looked upon Yvette Larson as his enemy.

After learning about Yvette Larson's marriage, he had gotten someone to check on it. The result tickled him for a whole day. 'I thought so highly of you, Yvette Larson. But in the end, you married a piece of trash! What a joke!'

At the mention of that, Finn Taylor's gaze became even more bone-chilling. He glanced at the clock and sneered. "Ten minutes—you can say your last words."

That man didn't understand what Finn Taylor was going on about and simply thought that the latter was a crazy fool.

But the door to the private room was pushed open just then, and someone walked in.

Before that person even arrived, they heard his voice. "Mr. Taylor, when did you arrive in New York? I missed you so much. You should let me know the next time you come. I'd have personally picked you up."

From these words, everyone guessed that it was Chef Miller. Of course, none of them even cared about such an insignificant man.