Chapter 415

At Royal Banquet Bar, inside a private room... The room was pitch black with no lights, and Julian sat on the floor as wine bottles stood on the table in front of him. He drank one after another, amassing wine bottles around him. With bloodshot eyes, the aura he emitted was cold and distant, and with every mouthful of wine, he recalled memories of a much younger Tiffany. He remembered how—as he first laid eyes on her in the Jordan mansion—he told himself that Tiffany was the Snow White from a fairy tale, and he wanted to be her Prince. He was, much to his chagrin back then, paired with the ugly and rough-looking Charmine due to the Cabells’ and Jordans’ arrangement. Despite his distaste of Charmine, he kept his mouth should and pretended to go along with it as he had no right to speak up or object. Gradually, he and Tiffany secretly started their relationship—he had always loved and cherished her. Even when he found out that Tiffany was not actually blood-related to the Jordans