Chapter 280

Chapter 280:

“Hmph! A bunch of country hicks with no taste, attending such a shabby exhibition? With such poor judgment, I doubt the future of your families will amount to much!” Jacoby sneered.

His words, unfortunately, did not go unheard by the newly arrived representatives, eliciting visible displeasure among them.

Yet, Jacoby dismissed these influential visitors with scant regard.

After all, even the Campbell family, hailed as the most influential in Inewood, paled in comparison to the might of the Marquez family from Staville.

And these families?

In Jacoby’s eyes, these so-called wealthy elites were nothing more than a rabble!

All the representatives from various families present recognized Jacoby.

Despite their discontent, they acknowledged that provoking this young member of the Marquez family was not advisable.

The Marquez family, while not the most influential in Staville, held considerably more power than the local families present. Even the Campbell family, with its own substantial influence, preferred to avoid direct confrontation with them.

Jacoby was aware of his untouchable status, which only intensified his arrogance.

Historically, he relished the opportunity to exert his influence. However, his interactions with Ashton had led to several frustrations.

This reminder brought Jacoby back to his primary goal for the day.

He wasn’t there merely to ridicule Ashton; he aimed to alienate Ashton’s supporters, leaving him completely isolated.

Observing the wealthy representatives’ silent, angry stares only emboldened Jacoby further.

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He raised his voice and asked them, “What? Still not convinced? Am I wrong? What else is there to see here? Did you come just for this? Haven’t you seen what the real world offers?”

While making his point, Jacoby noticed another line of vehicles arriving at the exhibition venue.

A group of media personnel, who were about to leave in disappointment, suddenly became animated. Their excitement surged as they spotted the approaching convoy.

Jacoby was so focused on Ashton that he didn’t pay much attention to the vehicles. He glanced casually at the cars and, seeing that they weren’t luxury models, his disdain for Ashton deepened.

He scoffed, “You brought these old clunkers to impress us? Did you round up a bunch of country bumpkins to inflate your crowd?”

Ashton responded with a serene smile, “Perhaps you should look a little closer before making assumptions.”

Jacoby retorted dismissively, “Those are just old Santana sedans. Do you think I’m naive?”

Despite his words, he couldn’t help but take a second look.

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