Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 521 The Damned Event

The Ford realm was transformed; every street, shop, and residence was lavishly adorned as if for a grand festival.

A steady stream of guests poured into the realm, acknowledging the gravity of the day for the Ford family.

Since these decorations would also serve for the upcoming marriage trials, no expense was spared in the extravagant preparations.

The proceedings were scheduled to commence in the early morning; consequently, while many dignitaries had already arrived, several others were still expected.

Dressed in sophisticated attire, Sir Giant was busy greeting and welcoming the various guests.

Meanwhile, his grandson Shen, the family's monarch, oversaw the logistical arrangements and security details.

Rich was occupied networking with potential future partners, maintaining his reputation as the wealthiest individual on the planet.

"Has the Yate family failed to arrive yet?" Sir Giant asked, stepping aside to question one of the event coordinators.

"N-No, sir, they haven't appeared. We gave them clear notice of the schedule, but perhaps the abruptness of the planning left them with insufficient time to prepare.

After all, this is a monumental day for them—the marriage of their long-lost son," the manager explained, attempting to soothe Sir Giant despite his own visible nerves.

"Sigh, yes, our own circumstances forced us to rush this. Let’s... just wait for now," he remarked before returning to host the guests.

However, if the Yate family arrived too late, they would not only humiliate themselves but also drag the Ford family's reputation through the mud.

Concerned, Sir Giant dispatched an attendant to investigate if they had encountered any difficulties on the road.

The massive venue continued to fill with more attendees.

The event took place within a colossal structure designed to accommodate thousands of people.

The interior decor was even more opulent than the outside, featuring a dedicated dining area on one side and a seating section with a raised platform—likely for a significant announcement—on the other.

By this time, the absence of the Yates had become noticeable to the guests, and low whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

Even the gentle background music could not drown out the murmurs reaching the Ford family members.

"Don't tell me the Yates chose to skip this. I knew their relationship was deteriorating, but it seems they’ve stopped pretending altogether."

"What was the actual purpose of this gathering? Does it have to do with Tiny's marriage trial? If so, why did the invitation explicitly mention the Yates' involvement?"

"Hah, I'm telling you, those Yates have forgotten their station.

They were once the supreme rulers over the other four families, but now they are a mere shadow of what they used to be.

It looks like they are finally finished this time."

"Did you hear that Art Yate, the Monarch's son, has come back? Haha, I actually pity them; they are destined for failure with youngsters like that in charge."

Gossip permeated every corner of the hall, and the atmosphere grew more tense with every passing minute.

There was a limit to how much the Fords could manage such a large crowd, especially since they couldn't use force to silence so many influential figures.

More than half an hour had passed since the official start time.

Restlessness turned into irritation, and even the Ford family members were beginning to feel insulted.

This was a blatant act of disrespect.

Finally, the scout Sir Giant had sent earlier returned with information.

"So, they ran into some trouble, didn't they? That's the reason for the delay? I knew Gunter wasn't the type to—" Sir Giant spoke loudly, hoping to quiet the crowd with an excuse.

"Uhmm, no sir. According to what I gathered... it appears they are late simply because Young Master Art overslept," the man admitted, looking embarrassed on their behalf.

"W-What? Overslept?" Sir Giant and those nearby were struck dumb.

"...And why did nobody think to wake him? Is his rest more vital than this event or our collective reputations?

Hah, my cursed son, why did he have to forge that god pact?" Sir Giant muttered a curse, though he was powerless since his son was no longer alive.

Given her reputation, it was virtually impossible for any high-born individual to willingly agree to marry her.

Yet, Sir Giant refused to see her wed to someone incompetent or of poor character.

Therefore, a union with Art had previously seemed like the ideal solution; he was known as a brilliant, gifted, and handsome youth.

'Damnit, I had prepared a way to sever that god pact from our end, even though the cost would be astronomical.

That’s why I was relieved to hear Art had returned; it meant we wouldn't have to pay that price and the marriage could proceed as intended.

But it seems his time away has turned him into a useless person.' Sir Giant, Shen, and even Rich now held a deeply negative view of Art.

They were already picturing a spoiled, decadent brat arriving at the gates.

'Perhaps I should just terminate this marriage and bear the cost. It's worth it to ensure my granddaughter's life isn't ruined. She has already suffered enough misfortune,' Sir Giant thought, his resolve hardening.

With a gesture, he summoned Rich and Shen, surrounding them with a soundproof barrier.

"Great-grandfather, is it your intention to cancel the wedding?" Rich asked, noting the fury on the elder's face.

"Grandfather, I understand your worries. However, let us wait a few more moments. If they still fail to show, we will call off both the ceremony and the marriage.

We have a means of survival, but the Yates do not. I am shocked they are treating this event so casually when they should be more anxious than us," Shen remarked.

He appeared as an older version of Rich; had he not looked middle-aged, the two could have passed for twins.

Because her life was plagued by so many issues, they all hoped she could at least find a husband, as this might be her final opportunity.

But what value was there in a life partner who was a spoiled, ill-mannered boy?

"..." Sir Giant gave a nod, thankful that most guests were unaware of the planned marriage alliance between the families.

'Otherwise, my dear girl would become the laughingstock of the realm... this is preposterous,' he thought.

The barrier dissipated. Rich walked away with a practiced smile, followed by Shen, but Sir Giant remained seething with anger.

Another twenty minutes ticked by until his patience finally snapped, leading him to decide to end the event immediately.

He would never permit a man of that sort to marry her.

Just as he was about to act, a booming announcement echoed through the hall.

"The Yate family has arrived!"

The crowd parted, creating a path for the late arrivals who were the focal point of the day.

Gunter led the group, his expression apologetic and deeply troubled.

Only a few members of the Yate family were present, as many were still recovering from severe injuries inflicted by Vritra.

This sparse showing felt like another insult to the Ford family, especially considering the deference and respect they had shown the Yates from the start.

Even the invitations had highlighted the Yates' importance.

Yet now, besides Gunter and a few of his brothers, the entourage consisted almost entirely of servants.

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