Game Over No Second Chances

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, Zach found himself looking at Serena when he raised his head up.

discussing the documents with Natalie. She had always

days when he and Serena

status had weighed on him, making it impossible to

over and navigating the powerful circles with

back then had laid the foundation for his success. Without Serena,

to the jeers around him, he found himself unable to say a

her uncle, Martin Arnold. He flipped through the bidding documents, barely glancing up as he listened to the chatter

Group and Foster Group-they're both on

startup. They talk big, but when it comes to real influence, I doubt any of them outshine the

less amusing

turning his eyes to

was Hugh's wife, he couldn't help but say, "Earlier, you said you liked Serena's

sucking up to her won't get us anywhere. What matters

with. She just wanted to seal the

Glancing at the time, he immediately

a hitch, as everyone was well-versed in the routine.

expected, with Serena just earning high praise