Chapter 401
The man at the forefront, whose black hair flowed down until his waist, seemed as delicate as a flower grown in a flower house. Wei Jun could tell that he had had a sheltered life and from the look on his face that held contempt for his surroundings, he had nothing but arrogance to offer others.
Along with him were a man and a woman of young age. the man had a smirk on his face as if he was born confident and the woman had a gentle smile on her face as if her gentleness was her main point.
What Wei Jun noticed common in them was how they looked down on anything and everything.
'Royal by brith?' Wei Jun remembered having a conversation with his father. It was when he was young and innocent, just six, recently discovering many things and becoming curious about everything.
Damien was born rich, with the spoon made of meteorite metals in his mouth. Whether it was planes, amusement parks, or even buildings, whatever he wondered was possible for him to buy.
