They can only be considered small-time bosses, but the Walton Family is different. Of course, the Walton Family’s businesses can’t be said to be the very best, but right now, Benjamin Walton, who runs the Walton Family, is the favored son-in-law of the Wilson Clan. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 With the Wilson Clan looking after the Walton Family’s business, naturally, business is never lacking, and everything goes smoothly. Stephen Wilson heard his friend mention the Walton Family and asked excitedly, "Is Benjamin Walton really coming?" "Of course." Stephen’s friend, who obviously had insider information, replied, "If Benjamin wasn’t coming, why would I have asked you here?" Generally speaking, Benjamin seldom attends gatherings of their circle. Even though Benjamin Walton’s company is also involved in the construction and decoration industry, it’s a big enterprise. For little fish like them, Benjamin wouldn’t even give them a second glance. Having Benjamin attend a gathering is definitely a proud moment for the host, bringing them face. "Thank you so much, brother. I’m really..." Stephen trailed off, unsure how to continue, but his friend understandingly patted his shoulder, "Alright, I’ve helped you as much as I can. When Benjamin arrives, don’t miss the opportunity." So many people in their industry want to connect with Benjamin. "President Walton is here!" It was unclear who noticed first, but the people at the cocktail party swarmed like flies drawn to honey, all rushing in one direction. Even the friend who had advised Stephen earlier was too preoccupied to care about Stephen now, trying to squeeze through the crowd himself. Though Benjamin might already be fifty-three years old, he maintained his figure well, and claiming he was just over forty wouldn’t be doubted by many. Not to mention the exquisitely tailored suit he wore, perfectly embodying the phrase ’successful career.’ Benjamin was surrounded by the crowd. While responding to those who flattered him, he kindly said to his wife beside him, "Emerie, there are too many people here. Why don’t you go over there and rest for a bit to avoid the crowd?" Emerie Wilson nodded slightly, "Okay, I’ll wait for you over there." "President Walton really is a model husband," someone nearby praised with a smile. "Of course, isn’t a wife married to be cherished?" Benjamin replied with a smile, only returning his gaze after seeing Emerie safely reach the resting area. In the resting area were naturally other presidents’ wives. Upon seeing Emerie arrive, they smiled and said, "Mrs. Walton, President Walton is so considerate. How did you find such a good husband?" Emerie Wilson smiled slightly at the flattery, "Benjamin has always been . I think a woman must marry for love to be happy." As soon as Emerie finished speaking, a few of the wives’ expressions turned sour. For families with businesses, although they might not reach the level of the Walton Family, compared to ordinary families, they were considered wealthy. How many married for love? Weren’t most marriages for the sake of business interests? Emerie’s words were a straightforward slap in their faces. A few of the wives casually found an excuse and left the area. They originally intended to win favor with the Walton and Wilson Families, but Emerie was just too over the top. Who embarrasses others like that in person? After a few of them left, Emerie didn’t feel a thing, heading to the food table by herself.