The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

Chapter 313 The God of Gambling is Irritated

Carl seemed like someone who hadn’t seen much as he was touching and examining the gold.

cutlery.

“Heavens! Are these all pure gold? It seems they’re even inlaid with gemstones!” Carl

exclaimed, picking up a gold spoon.

Looking at his astonishment, Charles could only manage an awkward smile while occasionally shooting fierce glares.

If it weren’t for Caspian’s presence, he wouldn’t have allowed someone like Carl into the villa.

However, Carl was now quite pleased, thoroughly enjoying everything.

“Willow, the God of Gambling’s residence is truly different! Can you see how everything glitters with gold? This must’ve cost a lot, right?” Carl said excitedly.

“Dad! Can you stop talking?” Willow whispered irritably.

“Never mind, you won’t understand even if I explain. I’ll just wander around by myself,” he said as he began admiring things around.

Seeing Carl’s behavior, Caspian felt somewhat helpless.

“Mr. Lynch, please have a seat.”

Charles ignored Carl and smiled at Caspian.

Nodding, Caspian followed him to the dinner table.

The table was filled with delicious delicacies including caviar, lobster, and much more.

There were a dozen or so domestic helpers standing respectfully nearby.

They all served exclusively for tonight’s feast.

“Mr. Lynch, please take the main seat.” Charles pointed at the head of the long table.

“Mr. Hoff Senior, that’s not appropriate. I’m the guest How could I sit

1 younger than you in the main seat?”

Caspian declined.

The more respected one’s status, the more they adhered to dining etiquette.

“Mr. Lynch, you’re a distinguished guest I personally invited. It’s only appropriate that you sit

here.” Charles smiled.

that case, I’ll respect your intentions.”

sat down directly.

appropriate for him to sit in

as soon as Caspian sat down, a dark shadow crossed Charles‘ face.

Arrogant!

too arrogant.

quickly adjusted his

Jean couldn’t bear it as he stood

so audacious in front of his father, even daring to occupy the

seat.

didn’t dare to sit on the main seat. Who did Caspian think he was? Was he more influential than

so disrespectful. You’re a junior, yet you chose to sit in the main seat,” Jean said with irritation.

have no right to speak!” Charles reprimanded.

against me. How about this? I’ll let you have this

to disrespect you. “Charles hurriedly shook his head and cast a cold glance

to Mr. Lynch!”

somewhat

why his father was so courteous

he didn’t dare to go against his father’s wishes.

apologize for being rude,” Jean lowered his head and

I don’t take offense,” Caspian said calmly.

face turned livid.

a few years

if

face darkened as he glared

a smile appeared on his face again.

completely disregarded them.

calm demeanor as if he were detached from

been humble and gentle, so why

the banquet seemed odd.

then let me show you what I’m capable of.” Caspian

as if a fight would

food. Why

familiar voice sounded. Carl walked over and was astonished at the

the table.

for most of his life, he had never

dinner.

sitting in the main seat. Is this a spot. for you?”

everyone

main seat in the Stewart household, and Caspian

was the God of Gambling’s