"Oh, it's just a simple little trick, that's all. But now this is a true Blood-Sweat Horse, the finest of steeds. I've decided to keep him for myself. In a couple days at my wedding, I'll ride him down the streets in my finest wedding clothes, with camera crews from my two livestreaming companies recording everything. I want the whole country, nay, the whole world to see my spectacular wedding!""Holy hell, that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? Riding a legendary steed in the wedding parade - that's big face for sure! Hey, I'm taking back my decision to sell him. You just name your price, anything, and the horse is yours. Do we have a deal?""Adrian Webb, you must be dreaming. Even your toes can think well enough to know that's never going to happen. First you insult the poor beast, then when he turns into a marvel, you want to claim him? Have you no shame?"Adrian was left speechless by Justin's rebuke. In the end he had no choice but to give up. "Fine, fine, you win, I can'

Justin paid no mind to his friends' envious gazes as he followed the woman inside and took a seat. She sashayed over, hips swaying, and poured him a cup of tea. Her alluring figure and bewitching aura stirred desires within Justin. He couldn't help it - she was too tempting. Though Justin had his share of women, they were innocent girls, no match for the mature allure of this femme fatale. If not for knowing she spelled trouble, he would have made her part of his harem. A beauty like her didn't deserve to be wasted on others.While he was lost in thought, the woman slinked back over with a folder in hand. She took out some photos and passed them to Justin.Seeing the man in the photos, Justin shot up in shock, hands trembling. He quickly calmed himself to avoid losing face. But his astonishment was understandable.The man looked identical to him, like two peas in a pod - just more mature with a refined, gentlemanly bearing. Even in the simple photos, he exuded a carefree elegance.

Naturally the pretender had no knowledge of this, so he pondered briefly before replying."I believe it was the left foot.""Wrong. I wasn't actually bitten because Mother saved me in time, though she gashed her left arm in the process. You didn't know about that incident, did you?" "I'm sure the esteemed guests here remember the day my mother's arm was bleeding profusely when I was seven. Uncle, I recall you drove her to get treated at the hospital. Am I right?""Yes, yes, I remember now. The mistress did injure her arm back then, and I personally took her to the hospital. She specifically instructed me not to inform anyone else, to avoid worry. There's no mistake, he is the young master, the true heir.""Hmph, you think such hearsay can prove I'm fake? I could just as well say you bribed the uncle to deceive everyone. Nobody else witnessed that old incident anyway, so you can make up whatever story you want.""Still unconvinced? Then I'll reveal one more fact known only to my clos