39. Throwing Rubbish

Damian was about to respond to Gilroy's insult but his eyes caught the person he had been waiting for.

A few meters ahead of him, Warrick was walking side by side with Aelish. Blade was with them.

For a moment, Damian barely recognized Warrick because he looked different. The Warrick he knew did not wear excessive luxury items.

But this time, Warrick spread out an aura of wealth from head to toe.

His black hair looked neat and shiny. The sunglasses perched on his nose were definitely not cheap. His gray suit supported his appearance.

On his right hand was a silver watch with impressive details. His black leather shoes landed smoothly. They must have had soft cushioning, typical of expensive shoes.

"When did you get here?" Warrick asked once he reached Damian. "I told you to come in half an hour."

Warrick had told Damian to come when the plane was about to take off so his friend would not have to face the rich. He knew they would try to insult Damian.

"I came early because I was
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