“M-MISTER ANDERSON!” said Bruce, slightly stammering, as he saw who the man approached him.

It was Benjamin Anderson, the heir of the third-ranking family in the country. Bruce couldn’t speak as he looked at the man from head to toe. Every clothing and accessory on his body screams exquisitely that he looked like a rag immediately!

‘God. Even the scarf he was holding costs fifty dollars already!’ Bruce couldn’t help but exclaim at the back of his mind.

“N-Nothing. Nothing’s happening,” Bruce an