In a Western-style villa in Tianyang City, a young man held a wine glass, savoring the red wine with refined grace. The intoxicated look on his face showed just how delicious the wine tasted on his tongue; he seemed almost on the verge of ascending to immortality. It was hard to imagine that a person could reveal such an enraptured state from merely drinking wine.
After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at a man sitting not far away, his lips curling into a cold smile.
"Jack, you didn't expect me to find you so quickly," the man said, his complexion slightly pale. Although he was smiling, it didn't convey any sense of joy.
Jack snorted coldly, his blue eyes fixed on the other man with a hint of anger.
"Why aren't you speaking? The Earl of the Dracula Family, the future Clan Leader, is actually at a loss for words in front of a mere Prince like myself. If word of this got back, you would definitely be mocked," the man continued, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
