Chapter 86

Two men in sharp suits stepped onto the crimson carpet—one in charcoal grey, the other in deep sapphire blue. Samuel shot a sideways glance at Jason and said, "Bro, did you really have to go all formal tonight? I look totally outclassed next to you." Jason's eyes had a calm clarity, with a gentle hue beneath the cool surface. His well-defined features carried a trace of quiet melancholy, like a piece of art displayed behind glass—beautiful, untouchable. He gave a faint smile. "Even if I threw on a potato sack, I'd still outshine you." Samuel looked speechless. "Wow, ruthless. I used to be the school's poster boy, y'know?" Jason let out a soft, amused snort. "And I'm a national heartthrob." Samuel curled his lips. "Well, Tristan is an international heartthrob." The mention of that name wiped the smile off Jason's face. "Seriously? That's just throwing shade at your own family. Idiot." Samuel: "..." Reporters lined up along both sides, eagerly raising their mics. "Mr. Lewis, who are you