Chương 120: Prince Charming

During my brief investigation on the man, I've read that he was quite young for the level of wealth he had—only in his early thirties. I've seen his photo, too. Still, it didn't do the guy justice. If there was a rich, but handsome CEO prince of the twenty-first century anywhere, Denis was it. Not a king. I was positive that he got most of his wealth from his parents, so a prince.

But a prince he was, in his white shirt and blue tie and with slightly ruffled chestnut hair. The man looked like a perfect man in the eyes of most women was supposed to—stunning, but not like he didn't care for his looks on purpose. I knew, though, that this was not something you could really achieve without working for it one way or another. Some people had to hit a gym, some had to meticulously untangle their hair every day, and some had to shave every six hours.