Meanwhile, at the party.
In a corner sat some pot-bellied, bald men, laughing and gulping down cups of expensive wine.
Annoyance flashed in Luke's eyes as the old men ignored him as if he weren't there. They used to dine together like good old friends when his company was at its peak; unfortunately, they now saw him as someone beneath them, and that irked him a lot as he questioned their loyalty; though he would probably do the same if their situation was reversed.
That was just the rule, and that was why he was able to take it calmly, swallowing his indignation behind a wide smile.
"It's not that expensive, it only cost a few million," said the current top tycoon in K City. He was holding a bottle of expensive red wine, his figure completely occupying almost two seats, and his eyes couldn't be anymore condescending.
