Chapter 1309

Word was she was a proud and haughty woman who looked down on others. However, she had referred to this man with so much respect! Setting Rosella aside, even the king of Eastjon had lowered himself in front of this old man. Some of the more composed young gentlemen had already taken out their phones to ask their elders if they knew someone by the name of Varhess. Michael was seized by apprehension. What the heck was going on? Where was the Eastjon king's arrogance? The man, Anton Varhess, nodded nonchalantly. From the looks of it, he did not seem too interested in dealing with the king of Eastjon. Rosella furrowed her eyebrows slightly but quickly regained her composure. She turned to Michael and asked, “So, you the one who insulted Mr. Varhess just now?" Her tone was cold, and her gaze was sharp as a knife. There was even a touch of frost to her slender brows. Michael felt disrespected by Rosella's lack of courtesy and instantly felt his temper rise. "So what if I did?" "Heh.