"What's going on, why haven't we heard from Jett yet?" Jenas paced back and forth in his room. He hadn't expected Jett to take down Fang Jueyu today, but he'd been unable to contact Jett for the past half hour.
"Could something have happened to him?" Jenas had a bad premonition, yet Jett was an SS-grade superpower user. Could Fang Jueyu have such strong protection by his side?
Suddenly, an image of the tower-like man beside Fang Jueyu flashed through his mind, "Could it be him?"
"Prince Jenas, it's time to go. The Queen's banquet is about to start!" Matthews had already prepared Jenas's outfit for the banquet.
"Alright!" Jenas picked up his clothes and walked into his room...
The Platinum Palace today appeared entirely different from its usual dignified yet quiet demeanor. At the Queen's banquet, there were at least hundreds of guests, each dressed in luxurious and elegant attire, accompanied by their partners, evoking a kind of festive feeling.
"There sure are a lot of people!" Fang Jueyu arrived at the banquet alone. This banquet hall was designated for the Queen's esteemed guests, while those such as the butlers and bodyguards were arranged in another place.
"Mr. Fang, you're here early!" Hilton spotted Fang Jueyu from afar and greeted him warmly.
It's well known that friendships between men are easily forged, whether through wielding guns together, sharing jail time, or discussing indescribable topics.
Even though Hilton's age could almost make him Fang Jueyu's grandfather, in terms of status and wealth, they interacted as equals.
"Mr. Hilton, you're early too." Fang Jueyu shook his hand. Hilton's suit today was obviously priceless, and with just a quick glance, Fang Jueyu noticed the sparkling diamonds and gold on the buttons; this suit alone would be worth at least $100,000.
"Mr. Fang, your suit..." Hilton's gaze landed on Fang Jueyu's attire, "Tut-tut, Mr. Fang is clearly no ordinary person!"
"Hmm?" Fang Jueyu was a bit puzzled. He didn't know the price of his suit, but even if it were expensive, it was merely handcrafted by his designer and tailor, with production costs capping at several hundred thousand US Dollars at most.
Hilton's wealth amounted to several billion US Dollars—for someone like him, this sum was significant but shouldn't elicit such astonishment.
"If I'm not mistaken, this suit should be the work of Mr. Tules Hughes, right?" Just as women understand dresses, Hilton's knowledge of suits was profound as well. "Only Mr. Tules could have the audacity to decorate clothing edges with diamonds."
"Hehe, Hilton does have a keen eye!" Little Yi praised, "This piece was a collaboration between world-renowned luxury designer Mr. Tules and famed tailoring master Mr. Chad. One of their dresses was once sold for nearly $900,000!"
"Are they really that great?" Fang Jueyu had definitely never heard of these two people.
"They're at the same level as Mr. Heram, but they're freelance designers. Your dad already hired them to his private workshop long ago, so there have been few works released since."
"No wonder." These masters no longer sold their works on the market, and many wealthy individuals who sought customized garments were politely declined. Wearing their creations symbolized not just wealth but status. No wonder Hilton was so surprised.
"Mr. Hilton, you have good eyes," Fang Jueyu quickly put his knowledge to use, "This is indeed a design by Mr. Tules, but it was handcrafted by Mr. Chad."
"I've been wanting Mr. Tules to design a suit for me for a long time, but I keep getting rejected," Hilton sighed, "Mr. Fang, how did you get them to do it? Did you spend a lot?"
"I hired them on a long-term basis. They now design and make clothes exclusively for me at my private studio. If you want, I can talk to them for you."
"You signed them long-term?" Hearing this news shocked Hilton even more. Mr. Tules was notoriously selective; many top fashion companies invited him to serve as an artistic director, but he refused them all. What kind of magic power did Fang Jueyu possess to get them to work for him?
"Mr. Fang's influence is truly astonishing!" Hilton's assessment of Fang Jueyu rose another notch. No wonder he received such treatment even from Queen Yisha'er.
"Haha, it's nothing much. Actually, I just rely on my family's influence. I was born at a finish line that some will never reach," Fang Jueyu said, half-jokingly, half-self-deprecatingly.
"Haha, not necessarily, sir. Even being born well is a talent, which shows you're favored by the gods of fate," Hilton discreetly flattered him.
"Hey, that guy's here too!" Fang Jueyu's eyes roamed the crowd and suddenly spotted Jenas entering the hall, exuding a noble aura but wearing a face like someone attending a funeral.
"Mr. Hilton, let's chat later. I'm going to greet a friend!"
"Sure, I'll also catch up with some old friends!"
"Hey, brother!" Fang Jueyu patted Jenas's shoulder with a harmless smile as if they were long-lost friends reuniting, "I haven't seen you smile much since that night!"
Jenas turned to see Fang Jueyu and was filled with fury, wanting desperately to curse him out, "You've doubled the price of my country's oil, and now my father wants to exile me from the family. Do you think I can be happy?"
But this clearly wasn't the appropriate place. He could only force a smile; he also didn't know the situation with his brother Jett, so he dared not act rashly.
"Mr. Fang, I've wanted to visit you, but you were always busy. That night there may have been some misunderstandings. I'd like to take this chance to apologize!"
"An apology, huh? No problem, 1 billion euros for emotional distress and a public apology for slandering Huaxia online, and I'll make the Saudi Kingdom restore your oil prices!" Fang Jueyu smiled nonchalantly.
"Mr. Fang, even if I liquidated all my assets, I couldn't come up with 1 billion euros. Our dispute wasn't anything big, right? Mr. Fang, let's not make it ugly for everyone."
"Prince Jenas, are you joking with me?" Fang Jueyu chuckled, "I already gave you a chance that night, but you chose to defy me. I also gave you the chance to apologize. Your grand royal family can't come up with 1 billion euros?"
"You even sent someone to kill me; should I speak to you calmly?" Fang Jueyu added, "Oh, by the way, the assassin organization you contacted is actually under my family's control. That assassin isn't dead; I used the 50 million euros you paid to give him a paid vacation!"
"What?!" Jenas suddenly felt a surge of blood in his chest, as if he were going to cough up blood.
"Also, I have something I'd like to say to you, but as a representative of Huaxia, a land of etiquette, I won't use foul language. Let me put it poetically," Fang Jueyu assumed the expression of a poet reciting verses, "Tonight, your father will undoubtedly personally plant a loquat tree in the garden!"