Chapter 1065

As Debra and Marion chatted ahead, Garland squeezed his way out of the crowd. It was his first time experiencing such fan enthusiasm, and he couldn’t handle it. “No, I’m not your idol, just a passerby,” he said. But no matter how hard he tried to explain, the fans weren’t letting him go. Garland was cute and sunny; anyone would assume he was a celebrity.

Erica and Randy were having an even worse time. Erica’s mature, confident vibe attracted a lot of male fans, while Randy’s handsome face and playboy look did their part in attracting attention. It took the entourage a full twenty minutes to leave the airport.

“My God, I’ve never seen anything like this. These female fans are crazy,” Garland muttered, wiping lipstick off his face. “The male fans are no better. They called me ‘Wifey.’”

“They called you what?” Randy exclaimed. “Which bastard did that?”

“Get lost. Stop hovering around me,” Erica grumbled, pushing him away. With so many people crowding the airport, Randy had been less effective than her at handling the situation. She shook her head in disappointment. At the critical moments, he lacked the manly power.

They returned to the Potter mansion, only to find it eerily quiet. Randy stopped a maid and asked, “Where’s Andrew? Doesn’t he know we’re back today?”

The maid replied, “Mr. Andrew Potter went out today.”

“Out?” Randy was confused. “Where would he go in the middle of the day?” Andrew didn’t need to be physically present for the Potter Group’s affairs. Even if something major happened, it was always handled through online meetings. It was rare for him to be out during the day.

The maid shook her head. “I’m not sure. But he mentioned a banquet hosted by the Buchan Group tonight. All major companies have been invited, and the invitation is on the table. According to Mr. Andrew Potter, you can attend it without needing to inform him.”

“A banquet?” Randy glanced at the coffee table. Liza, a party animal, was thrilled. Ever since arriving in Seamar City, she hadn’t been to a single banquet.

She rushed over and eagerly grabbed the invitation. “Let me see.”

Randy smiled wryly. “Miss Eaton, you really don’t care about courtesy.”

“It’s just an invitation. Don’t be so petty,” Liza said, opening the invitation and clearing her throat. “We sincerely invite Ms. Frazier to the Royal Grand Hotel for the banquet.”

Halfway through reading, she suddenly caught on to something. “Oh, this banquet is to celebrate the cooperation between the Buchan Group and the Nichols Group.”

She turned to Debra and said, “Your ex-husband is something else. He pretends to hand over his company to you and then partners with Theda.”