Chapter 19 Deputy Curator of the Institute of Cultures
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Senior Mr. Quincy didn’t care and waved at Matthew, “Matthew! Come with me!”
“Yes, Dad!” Matthew followed him out of the box. Nobody knew what they were up to.
The rest at the table, however, glanced at Vincent carelessly.
Vincent was awkward, so he nodded to Karen, “Hello, Auntie.”
And then he nodded to Natalie and other relatives to greet them.
Clare sat there weakly, looking at Vincent secretly. Vincent couldn’t tell from her indifferent face whether she liked him or not.
Karen also nodded towards Vincent in an indifferent manner, sighed, and introduced to the relatives around Vincent, “This is Vincent Wayne... Clare’s husband-in-law, appointed by Senior Mr. Quincy. Consider this his first time meeting with you all.”
Somehow, she sounded helpless to say so.
It was reasonable, though. Anyone like her would like her daughter to marry someone handsome, rich, and powerful.
Among which Vincent only got a pretty face. What a shame.
The relatives nodded as if they knew this, and continued to look at Vincent silently.
Carl, on the contrary, wouldn’t give up any chance to insult Vincent.
“Hey! Give us a brief instruction of yourself, will you?!”
Vincent nodded, “Hello, everyone. My name is Vincent Wayne. I am... Clare’s boyfriend.”
Vincent was supposed to claim himself Clare’s future husband, but he resisted it as well and told others he was her “boyfriend”.
Clare was blushed when she heard it.
“Humph! Don’t you be proud, rascal!” Natalie pouted her mouth and despised him in a low voice.
“Where did you graduate from?” Carl asked again.
“Oh, right. I graduated from the Medical University and got a bachelor’s degree.” Vincent finally said something he was proud of and even believed Carl was doing this to help him.
“What’s your job, man? Which big hospital are you serving as a doctor?! Would it be more convenient for us to see a doctor in the future?” A relative asked, which was embarrassed.
So, Carl paved the way so that anyone could question him about that?!
“Oh, I... I’m sorry, I haven’t found a job yet.” Vincent told the truth, “I failed my internship in a small hospital.”
Seriously! Hearing such an answer, the relatives couldn’t help but freeze and looked at Karen blankly.
With their family background, why would they choose an unemployed vagrant to be Clare’s future husband?
Fine, they just got another reason to despise him!
“What else? What about the rest of your family?”
“I... both my parents have passed away in a car accident. I got no family now.”
Karen and Natalie were taken aback for not knowing about this. Well, since they didn’t ask, he didn’t bother to tell them as well.
The relatives even shook their heads and whispered, “Is Senior Mr. Quincy senile to make such a decision? Choose a nobody and accept him before knowing his family background? That’s quite irresponsible to Clare!”
“Hahaha!” Carl patted Vincent on the shoulder with a grimace, “You probably haven’t even been to such a dinner?! It’s okay, feel free to make your stomach full. We’ll have to leave the leftovers to the pigs anyway.”
That was humiliating!
Vincent shook his head. But before he could say anything, Clare was kind to save him from the trouble, “Thank you for treating my disease.” Perhaps she couldn’t bear the rest to despise him as well.
Wasn’t she right?! No matter how poor his background was, he was the only one who could awake Clare from her disease. And that was enough to show how capable he was. As for his unemployed situation and failing internship, why bother to care about that?!
Hearing what Clare said, the relatives stopped questioning him. Even Karen was a bit relieved as well.
Natalie, however, still couldn’t bear Vincent and muttered, “A vagrant is a vagrant indeed!”
Awkwardness froze the air. At this time, a bejeweled woman in heavy make-up came over to the box. She looked way below Karen.
“Oh, Karen! Is Clare getting better?!”
“Hey?” Karen paused before she stood up, “She’s much better now. Thanks for asking. Why are you here?”
“My daughter’s boyfriend got promoted the next day they got the marriage certificate, and he’s now the deputy curator of the Institute of Cultures! A bureau-level cadre, you know? So, we are here to celebrate!” The woman showed off in pride.
“Wow, congratulations!” Karen smiled, but she was at a loss somehow.
“Hey, our box is right next door. I heard from Senior Mr. Quincy that... Clare got a boyfriend as well and he would be her future husband?! Have they got the certificate? Where is the man?”
The women looked around, having every intention to show off.
Vincent was well-aware that the woman was trying to honor herself, but he didn’t intend to be compared.
After all, he was neither a real son-in-law nor a bureau-level cadre.
Unfortunately, the woman lay her eyes on him and shouted, “Who is this cute guy? Is he Clare’s boyfriend? Karen, he is your son-in-law, isn’t he?”
“Uh... Yes...” Karen nodded in embarrassment, but her manners were elegant and charming at her age.
Natalie was so angry that she rolled her eyes against Vincent.
Under such circumstances, Vincent had no choice but to get up, nod at the woman, and bowed, “Hello, Auntie, I am... Clare’s boyfriend, but we haven’t got the certificate yet.”
“Aren’t you a tall and handsome man? Which family are you from?” The woman asked with a smile, “And where are you working at?”
The question upset Karen and all the relatives, seeming like they were embarrassed to have Vincent as a family.
“I...” Vincent wanted to say that he “didn’t have a job yet.”
There were bursts of harsh noise coming out of the next door!
“What the f**k are you guys doing here?!! This is the box I ordered!!! Who allowed you in?! Where is the f*****g manager?!”
A very rough voice sounded, and his scold aroused hard feelings of all.
Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man responded timidly, “I’m sorry, man. But as you can see, we got so many people seated already...”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke! It’s all my fault that I forgot the schedule. Given the situation, would you please kindly...” This one seemed to be a person in charge of the restaurant.
“Why should I care about them? Either they make room for me right away or you take my dinner for free!!”
“Hey, man!” A man who sounded younger came out, “I’m the deputy curator of the Institute of Cultures in our city. Can you do me a personal favor and...?”
“Slap!!!” Someone was slapped definitely.
“Oh, f**k you, deputy curator! Who the hell are you? I’m the VIP in the library if you say so! Is your damn position able to serve me a place to eat or something?”
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