A Life Beyond Limits novel Chapter 820

Jack clapped the dust off his hands and shrugged, clearly unfazed.

Samantha turned to Quintis and said coolly, "Keep your son in check. This is the capital, not some rural countryside. There are rules here, so don't bring that thug attitude into this household."

Samantha spoke with restraint, mostly out of caution for Quintis' temper. Had Quintis not been present, she might have outright called Jack unruly and uncultured.

She didn't expect much from a grandson raised outside the family circle, especially one who'd clearly picked up a rough edge. At the very least, he shouldn't embarrass the Lycan family or drag them down.

If his unruly behavior ever got him in trouble with the authorities, it wouldn't just be a personal issue; it would tarnish the family's name. The Lycan family would inevitably be laughed upon in the upper class society.

Quintis said nothing, but Jack stepped forward and spoke for himself. "There's no need to worry. Anyone who treats me with respect will get it back tenfold. But you might want to remind your precious grandchildren to be smarter. If they come at me, they'd better be ready for the consequences."

"What did you just say? Do you have any manners?" Samantha snapped, her face twisting in fury. She was so angry she trembled, momentarily speechless.

If it wasn't for Vincent's 70th birthday and for Quintis' volatile temper, she would've already ordered the staff to throw Jack out instantly. She wasn't going to acknowledge a disrespectful grandson like him.

Lillian finally mustered the courage to respond. "Some people are just raised without manners. No amount of teaching can change their nature."

Jack replied coolly, "This is just who I am. If you've got something to say, keep going. You're older than me, so I won't lay a hand on you. However, I won't hesitate to slap your son again."

His words hit Emily like a blow and she nearly lost her balance.

Since this was a family gathering, and Vincent had long since moved with the times, the traditional, rigid seating rules of the past were no longer enforced.

After a short speech from Vincent, Norman cheerfully announced the meal would officially begin. The seven tables quickly filled with lively conversation.

The women mostly chatted about their children or shared stories about shopping and travel—though more often than not, the topic circled back to their sons and daughters. Emily found herself left out. Whenever she tried to join in, no one responded, so she simply sat quietly and listened.

The men, on the other hand, discussed national affairs, politics, and the economy. The younger generation, Jack's peers, mostly talked about school, studying abroad, or for the more ambitious, their career plans.

Jack quietly ate his food, tuning out the idle chatter around him. As long as no one bothered him, he was content to sit there in peace. If anyone decided to start trouble again, he wouldn't hesitate to remind them who they were dealing with.