"I believe in the saying that time flies so fast," the voice of the host was echoing throughout the whole stadium, grinning with his teeth out, totally proud at the man that is currently beside him.

"Who would have known? That this child of a billionaire tycoon, who was able to achieve a record of 80 million dollar in the stock market before he hits 18 years old, is standing in front of us, marking another history?"

He spread his arm so wide having all the confidence in the world when he get the attention of all the most famous politicians and businessman around the world watching him.

"Today," the host gulped for a big air inside his chest. "We acknowledge this man beside me...being the youngest and the highest paid executive in the marketing history, please welcome...

"Mr. Lite Alec Iverson!"

All of the stars and icons around that whole stadium stood up from their seats to give him around of applause. It was wild, warm, welcoming, and very lovely. There were even some bunch of women giggling around the moment they hear his name. He was more than just the word, 'popularity,' and the guy that every man can have insecurities about.

The man who wears the most expensive suit in the stage went to the spotlight where the host instructed him to stand. His face was now shining and gleaming and as soon as he makes an eye contact to the crowd, all of the cameras followed his face. Journals started to make their report live around this famous, irresistible man of the night.

He let the crowd calm down a little, before adjusting the microphone in front of him.

"Thank you," Alec's husky voice roamed inside the place. It was just two words, but enough to amaze the whole universe.

"This...would not be possible with the mutual funds, and the public holdings that supports me and my father." He paused. "So, I wanted to express my deep gratitude towards my shareholders; you should know that your worth is more than any money in this world."

The people didn't even let him finished his words as they applauded once more. His words are so beautiful as if he speaks like a god, and everyone listens. Journals started raising their hands, trying to get his attention to ask for some question but Alec refused to answer for the host had called him to finally go down to meet some financial services sector. He seemed to be a very busy and iconic person.

Thousands of eyes chase him the moment Alec went down the stage. He walks so perfect, straight, and tall. This guy is really an icon for a multi million dollar empire and it'll be a shame to deny it.

"Oh, finally," an Asian approached him halfway. "Mister Iverson, I'm Chang, your father's business partner since then. I used to buy stock markets from him. Glad to meet you in flesh."

The old man was glad that he caught his attention. Alec stopped from walking, so he took the opportunity to forward his right hand, offering for a formal handshake.

But Alec didn't responded to his gesture.

"You are, 'the' Mr. Chang?" He asked back, ignoring his introduction.

"Yes, yes," the businessman nodded. "I heard that you are planning to build an airline once you graduate in aviation," he grinned. "I would be deeply honored to be your foundation partner, just like your father." Mr. Chang mentioned Alec's father once more, hoping it would get his sympathy and connection.

"I see," Alec stared at him from head to toe. "You are that Mr. Chang."

"Uhm," the old man went out of words, don't know what to reply. He just realized that this head-turner popular rude guy is ignoring his interest towards supporting about business.

"Mr. Chang," Alec's accent was so sexy that the old man went intimidated.

"There are two kinds of person I only partner with," he put one hand on his pocket and move his pointed perfect nose beside to Mr. Chang's ear.

"One is trustworthy, and the other one is..." He paused, lips parted a little sexy.

"One who doesn't work things behind my back."

There was a complete silence around them. Even though the people didn't hear what Alec whispered, they seem to whisper and murmur, way too curious every single thing about this guy.

Alec passed Mr. Chang when the old man failed to respond. But he stopped when the man spoke.

"Zuo wei chuxue zhe, ni tai zi dale." He snickered. "Nanguai ni fuqin ba ni song dao zheli zuowei chengfa." (You are way too arrogant as a beginner. No wonder your father sent you here as a punishment.)

Alec turned his body to face him once again.

"Thank you for letting me know that I am a beginner. I truly understand that it all starts with being a beginner before you excel in life."

That left Mr. Chang frozen. He never thought that Alec understands Chinese language!

"Nian ling bushi yongde wo zunzhong de biyao tiaojian." (Age isn't a requirement to earn my respect.)

Alec furrowed, "now excuse me."

Mr. Chang made a hard fist, when he felt embarrassed in front of the crowd, especially in front of Alec, who has the most prestigious title in being a billionaire.

The young man went to meet the United Kingdom's financial service, and had a little talk, so the host didn't let any journalists to record their meeting. Alec's mood changed since his encounter with Mr. Chang, as he knew that guy's plan towards their company. Up till now he doesn't know why his father still trust that old man billionaire even though he has some issues.

"Where would you be heading next?" The host asked him as he noticed Alec started to call for a helicopter ride.

"I still need to go back to university," he slipped to check his Blancpain watch. "I have to meet the dean."

"Alright, let my staff assist you outside the building." A tall woman appeared, well dressed, totally beguiling.

Alec didn't even bother to look at her. They proceed quietly outside and ride on the helicopter, easy as that.

"Thank you for coming to this event," the gorgeous woman bid him goodbye as she was completely stuck staring at his face, blushing. She knew Alec was handsome.

Bbut she never thought he was 'this' handsome.

"My pleasure," he timidly smiled, then finally went inside.