Villain Ch 1050. Maybe I Am A Stranger
Allen stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself, almost in disbelief. His hands absentmindedly fixed the ends of his sleeves as he took in the sight. The formal attire seemed almost foreign to him now—a crisp white shirt with a tie, paired with tailored trousers and a blazer. His watch, the one that alone could be worth a high-end car, gleamed under the soft light. He'd made sure to wear the perfume that matched the elegance of his suit—subtle, yet powerful.
It felt like he hadn't dressed this formally in ages. Today, though, was different. He felt like he was seeing someone else in the reflection. A real young master of a wealthy family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, not the kid who grew up too fast, spending most of his time trying to find himself on the streets.
