Free Web NovelChapter 113: Chapter 113: Dad Said He Wanted to See You, Not Georgia Thorne
Lynn Thorne wasn’t a bad person. However, she was already married by the time Georgia officially became part of the Thorne Family, and now she was the mother of an eight-year-old child.
Lynn would come back for a visit occasionally. She didn’t look down on Georgia; on the contrary, she was very good to her.
And so, Georgia was quite fond of her sister.
"Where’s Amanda? How come I don’t see her?" Georgia finally realized, looking around. There was no sign of Amanda Thorne.
’Amanda always loved being the center of attention. How could she miss a grand birthday banquet like this?’
"It’s because of that news story from a while back," Lynn sighed. ’This sister of mine has too much pride.’
In that newspaper photo, Amanda’s face was pixelated. People who weren’t close to her wouldn’t have been able to recognize her at all.
But then, a rumor started spreading from god knows where, saying the person in the paper was the greatest beauty in high society.
No names were mentioned, but everyone knew it was Amanda.
Because of this, Amanda hadn’t dared to go out, not even showing up for her own grandfather’s birthday celebration.
’No wonder!’
Georgia didn’t say anything. After a while, a round of applause broke out in the hall.
"Grandfather is here!" Lynn stood up, pulling Georgia forward.
Perhaps because it was his birthday and the atmosphere was so lively, the old man was in high spirits. He had a healthy complexion and looked particularly energetic.
He was leaning on a cane, with his wife, Jane Jennings, supporting him by his side.
Many people went up to make conversation and wish him a happy birthday. Silas Sullivan accepted their wishes with a smile, while also pulling his son over to introduce him to others.
Justin Sullivan had never been one to care much for networking.
He put on a cool, perfunctory front for the people before him, his dark brows furrowing as he scanned the hall, searching for Georgia Thorne.
Georgia was standing in a corner, an inconspicuous spot, with her head down, playing with Luke Sutton.
’I don’t want Justin Sullivan to see me. It’s better if I just hide here.’
Justin Sullivan couldn’t find Georgia and grew anxious. ’She couldn’t have left, could she?’
Unable to hold back, he decided to look for Georgia. He gave the woman in front of him a gentlemanly smile. "Excuse me, something’s come up."
The woman smiled shyly. Justin Sullivan was handsome, and with the Sullivan family’s status, he was now considered a man of wealth and power. It was enough to make many women’s hearts flutter and flock to him.
Justin Sullivan wove through the crowd, and after just a few steps, he saw Georgia.
The tense expression on his face softened slightly. He let out a sigh of relief, slowed his pace, and walked toward her.
Georgia was playing rock-paper-scissors with Luke Sutton. The loser had to get their nose flicked.
The little guy kept losing, but he pestered Georgia to keep playing.
The two of them, one big and one small, were completely absorbed in their game.
Justin Sullivan watched her. He hadn’t seen such an innocent, radiant smile on her face since she’d come back.
He loved seeing Georgia smile. He had to introduce her to his father today and get Silas Sullivan to approve their marriage.
Justin Sullivan walked slowly toward Georgia. At the same time, a commotion erupted at the entrance.
A smile played on Elliot Sheridan’s lips. He was the last to arrive, and he made the biggest entrance.
He was a man with a powerful presence. The people around him wanted to get closer, yet they were intimidated into keeping their distance by the cold aura he exuded.
If Justin Sullivan was the cream of the crop, then Elliot Sheridan was in a league of his own.
The young, beautiful women present, upon seeing Elliot Sheridan enter, found their loyalties wavering.
Justin Sullivan was handsome and came from a good family, which was certainly enough to attract women, but Elliot Sheridan was even more exceptional.
Elliot Sheridan’s appearance undoubtedly captured the attention of a large number of women.
Georgia Thorne was no exception.
When she heard the commotion, she subconsciously looked toward the sound and immediately spotted the unusually conspicuous man in the crowd.
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The man’s gentle, doting gaze fell upon her. Georgia’s ears burned, much to her chagrin, and she lowered her head.
’Then again,’ she thought, ’it’s only natural for him to be here.’
’He’s the president of the Sheridan Group, a man of distinguished status, and one of the most influential figures in Portmire.’
’There’s no way Silas Sullivan wouldn’t have invited him.’
’But why didn’t he tell me? Back then, his expression was so grim that I genuinely didn’t want to come!’
"Come with me!" Justin Sullivan strode over and grabbed Georgia’s wrist.
Before Georgia could react, he was forcefully dragging her toward Silas Sullivan.
’He had gone to so much trouble to convince Silas Sullivan to meet Georgia; he couldn’t let Elliot Sheridan ruin it so easily.’
The man’s gaze fell on their joined hands, growing colder by the second.
Justin Sullivan stood before Silas Sullivan. Ignoring the other men standing nearby, he pushed Georgia forward. "Dad, this is Georgia Thorne, the one I told you about."
Silas Sullivan had been chatting with someone else when Justin impatiently introduced Georgia, interrupting his conversation.
His face showed a hint of displeasure. He admonished him in a steady tone, "Jean, we can talk about this later."
Silas Sullivan’s expression was grim. ’This son of mine is still too reckless and impatient.’
"Dad!" Justin Sullivan’s brows furrowed. He kept a death grip on Georgia’s wrist with one hand, insistent on introducing her to Silas Sullivan.
"Justin Sullivan, what do you think you’re doing!" Georgia hissed in a low voice, unable to break his grip.
Jane Jennings had met Georgia before. Georgia was the daughter Jared Thorne had with another woman, and he only brought her into the family after the woman passed away.
She remembered how her daughter, Hayley Sullivan, had been so angry at the time that she’d almost divorced Jared Thorne over it.
Jane Jennings was a woman who had seen it all. She herself had gritted her teeth and endured it when Silas Sullivan had an affair and an illegitimate son after their marriage, so naturally, she wasn’t about to advise Hayley to get a divorce.
’A daughter is even better. She can be used as a tool for a marriage alliance in the future.’
Silas Sullivan had mentioned to Jane Jennings that Justin was planning to bring the woman he loved.
Jane Jennings didn’t care. Justin Sullivan wasn’t her son. It didn’t matter to her who he liked.
Silas Sullivan hadn’t mentioned Georgia’s name, and it had never once crossed Jane Jennings’s mind that this person would be Georgia Thorne.
’By familial seniority, Justin Sullivan is Georgia’s uncle! Has he lost his mind?!’
Jane Jennings came from a prestigious family and valued her reputation above all else. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have swallowed her pride and accepted Justin Sullivan back then. frёeωebɳovel.com
"Jean, stop this nonsense. So many people are watching!" Jane Jennings warned Justin Sullivan in a low voice, her face fixed in a perfectly proper smile.
Justin Sullivan shot her a cold glance, his hand tightening on Georgia’s wrist.
’Elliot Sheridan was right there. He couldn’t wait.’
"Dad, this is Georgia Thorne. I want to—"
"Mr. Sullivan, have you been well?"
Just as Justin Sullivan was about to speak to Silas Sullivan, a deep, firm voice cut him off.
Silas Sullivan’s face lit up with pleasant surprise. He thought Elliot Sheridan wasn’t coming. "President Sheridan, your presence here is truly an honor."
Silas Sullivan had personally written and sent an invitation to Elliot Sheridan, but he hadn’t held out much hope that he would actually come.
Elliot Sheridan had never been one to attend these sorts of banquets; he was a low-key, steady, and dignified person.
His gaze was filled with admiration. ’If only his son, Jean, could be like Elliot Sheridan, then he could entrust the Sullivan Family to him without any worries.’
"Congratulations on your sixtieth birthday, Mr. Sullivan." Elliot Sheridan glanced at Owen Sawyer, who stood behind him.
Owen Sawyer immediately opened the red sandalwood box he was holding. Inside was an ink brush.
Now that Silas Sullivan was older, he had grown more fond of calligraphy and painting. The Four Treasures of the Study were one of his passions.
Seeing the ink brush, Silas Sullivan’s mood brightened even more, his face glowing with delight.
He had been needing a new brush.
As Elliot Sheridan conversed with Silas Sullivan, Justin Sullivan stood to the side, his face impassive, but his heart was raging with anger.
’He’s clearly doing this on purpose.’
