Chapter 357
At the Zimmer Villa.
Senior Zimmer sat on top of the seat that belonged to him. His seat felt like an iron throne, it symbolized his authority and power.
The Zimmer family was truly arrogant, he truly believed that the Zimmer family were nobility, a first class family.
The complex and redundant rules aside, they even had to make proper arrangements on who sat where and this was truly hilarious.
Lilian Yates saw Senior Zimmer composing his anger and unconsciously said to Harvey York, “Harvey! Hurry up and properly greet Senior Zimmer! See what instructions he would give you!”
“Senior, are you really trying to make a stand for Zack Zimmer?”
Harvey laughed.
“Harvey, not only you’ve got the talent, you’ve sure got guts too!”
Senior Zimmer made a face full of rage, his tone turned strict.
“I don’t know where you learned all these martial arts from, but do you really think that you could just simply climb the ranks by learning a few tricks and do whatever you please in the Zimmer family?
“If it weren’t for you, Zack wouldn’t have suffered this much embarrassment! He is the vice CEO of the Zimmer family. His embarrassment is the embarrassment for the whole family!”
“Let me ask you this, did you intentionally make a fool out of the family?”
“Senior, you already know the whole story.”
“I’m not the one that made the bet.”
“Before you interrogate me, why don’t you go ask Zack why he’s being such an idiot?” Harvey said.
“You…”
Senior Zimmer was so mad that his face had turned green, his fingers twitching non-stop.
If it weren’t for him not believing that Harvey would be able to attend the antique fair, he could’ve stopped Zack from making such a bet.
But whether Harvey kneels or not was just a show for him, something to have fun watching.
But who would’ve thought that he actually had the rights to attend, and sit beside the Naiswell family.
Harvey was feeling jolly today, hence why he didn’t force Zack to keep kneeling in front of him.
If not, according to their promise, he would have to kneel every time they meet.
“Senior, this isn’t my fault. Therefore I won’t admit to it.” Harvey said with an unyielding expression.
If it were Harvey kneeling that day, would Senior Zimmer even make a stand for him?
He most likely wouldn’t. He might even kick Harvey even further down. If so, why would he even apologize for this?
Senior Zimmer was seething with anger to the point where he was trembling. A live-in son-in-law, a worthless sack of trash, he really thought that just by being friends with the Naiswells he could act pretentious in front of Senior Zimmer?
Lilian was anxious after seeing the affair.
Despite Mandy Zimmer having a high status, if they were to enrage Senior Zimmer, they would be kicked out of the house in mere minutes.
“Harvey! Kneel and apologize to Senior Zimmer this instant! You are but the live-in son-in-law of the family, how dare you speak to Senior Zimmer like that?!” Lilian pointed at Harvey’s nose while she scolded him.
“Mom, in any case, I’m still your son-in-law. You’d still know how to see right from wrong even if you don’t like me at all, right?”
Harvey laughed coldly.
“On filth like you, why does it matter what’s right or wrong? I’m warning you, if you don’t apologize to me today, divorce Mandy tomorrow! Don’t drag her into this! Piece of filth!”
Lilian was truly terrified. What would she do if her own daughter lost her place because of Harvey?
Zack was enjoying the show on the sidelines until Lilian had said those words. His heart had skipped a beat.
Zack’s worst fear was Mandy divorcing his husband, then finding a more powerful one to take his place, maybe even the seat of the CEO in the family.
The person that would want Mandy to divorce the least was none other than Zack.
His mentality was completely different compared to before when he wanted Harvey to scram.
At that moment, Zack walked up to Senior Zimmer with an expression full of compassion.
“Grandfather, everything’s in the past now. Pursuing him won’t do us any good, I won’t fuss about this any longer. But I do think that Harvey should at least make up for making me lose face at the antique fair.