Chapter 38

The most prosperous area of ​​the capital of Interstellar 14.

Ward wore a custom-made handmade suit and leaned on a luxurious and exquisite wooden cane.

The cane was made of precious golden nanmu wood and was made by a master. It has now become a symbol of the head of the Braden family.

With his secretary and bodyguard following one step behind him, Ward got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked into the venue with his head held high.

Many cool or low-key and luxurious cars have been parked at the entrance of the venue.

Many cars are also printed with the family emblem of the family they represent, which is regarded as a symbol of status.

Most of the tall and straight alphas brought their own omegas, holding the waists of those weak omegas with one hand, and walked in with their heads held high and their expressions proud.

The omegas who can be favored by these high-ranking upper-class people are naturally not ugly.

High-quality omegas are not only fertile, but also beautiful in appearance. Beauties of different styles are dazzling.

At this moment, almost all the people have arrived.

In the gorgeously decorated backstage, the champagne towers neatly stacked on the table emit an alluring color.

The dark red wine sits quietly in the glass, waiting for the right person to appear.

Exquisitely crafted snacks and desserts and beautifully presented fruits are neatly placed on the long table.

People in formal clothes pass by, reach out to pick up the small plates, and enjoy the delicious food.

The gorgeous lights above are dazzling, and the sparkling chandeliers are vertical above the head, illuminating everyone's expression in detail.

In addition to the guests in gorgeous clothes, the huge hall also had waiters in tuxedos carrying wine trays walking around.

"Ward, it's been a long time since we last met. How are you feeling lately?"

A young man let go of his dancing partner's hand, raised a goblet in one hand, and approached Ward, who was holding a cane, with a smile on his face.

"Of course I'm feeling better."

Ward also raised the goblet in his hand.

"Oh--" The man named Lewin raised his eyebrows and stretched out his tone:

"I heard that this banquet is mainly held to welcome Anatole."

Lewin smiled again, "Why? Our protagonist hasn't come yet?"

"Oh, you know Anatole's temper. He will refuse banquets if he can, but he will come to this banquet."

Ward smiled.

"I heard that Anatole was assassinated on his way back, but he managed to wake up the seriously injured and unconscious people by accident. That's really a medical miracle."

Lewin said in an exaggerated tone:

"If I am injured and unconscious in the future, I will have to rely on Lord Ward to send some people. What if I suddenly wake up like Anatole?"

Lewin smiled innocently and spoke politely.

But both of them knew the implication.

"Don't think I don't know that you secretly sent someone to assassinate Anatole

." "I'm sorry."

Ward's face darkened for a moment, and then he immediately put on a similar smile.

"My men dare not touch the famous Lewin Felt, the ruler of the Felt family."

The Felt family is an old military family, and the people in the family have been in the army for generations.

In the past few years, the Alliance and the Empire were fighting fiercely, and the war was continuous. Many people in the Felt family were killed and injured on the battlefield.

Even the ruler at that time, Lewin's father, died in the war.

The backbone of the Felt family suffered heavy losses, and by the time Lewin came to power, it had already declined a lot.

Fortunately, this declining family killed Lewin Felt, a dark horse.

After graduating from the Dawn Military University with excellent grades, he made great military exploits and saved the Felt family from collapse.

Lewin understood Ward's sarcasm. He had seen such small fights many times before, so he naturally didn't take it to heart. He practiced Tai Chi with Ward at a leisurely pace.

While the two were talking, the door was gently pushed open.

Two figures walked towards the people in the hall against the light.

Anatole walked slowly into the banquet with Darien.

The two were wearing black and white suits. The well-cut suits showed off their perfect figures. They walked calmly in suits and leather shoes.

Anatole, who was wearing a black suit, combed all the loose hair on his forehead to the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead and sharp eyebrows. His pair of dark eyes scanned the crowd, and his momentum was impressive, and he was intimidating without anger.

Darien was wearing a white suit, with long golden hair tied softly behind his head.

His hair swayed slightly as he walked, and his emerald green eyes were like precious gems, noble and proud.

The arrival of today's protagonist made the originally noisy banquet quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.

"I heard that Admiral Anatole was seriously injured and has not yet recovered. I think he is recovering well now?"

"Don't believe all rumors."

"He seems to be fine on the surface, but it's hard to say in private. Isn't it known to everyone that he was injured and unconscious? How could he recover so quickly?"

"The admiral is still as high-spirited as ever."

"Who is the man next to the admiral? Anatole only brought his adjutant with him before, and never had such a person by his side."

"This man has a good appearance and temperament. Could he be the treasured omega of some family?"

"It seems that the two of them are really a good match."

"Huh, how can such an unknown omega climb up to a high position like Admiral Anatole?"

"..."

After giving those who gossiped about Darien an unfriendly look, Anatole and Darien walked side by side.

"Did everyone at the meeting remember it?"

Darien turned his head slightly, put his lips close to Anatole's ear, and asked softly.

Anatole was a little taller than Darien and stood next to him.

Imitating the way he spoke, Anatole moved his head to Darien's ear and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Of course."

Anatole had already read through the appearance, name, identity, social relationship and other information of the list of participants on the airship, and memorized it in his mind.

In order to prove himself, Anatole casually fixed his sight on a man with half-long hair who was wearing a royal blue suit and smiled like a fox.

"For example, that man, Lewin Felt, became the current head of the Felt family after his father and brother passed away one after another, and he controls the Third Legion." "He

has a smooth and sophisticated personality, is good at social negotiation, and also graduated from the Dawn Military University. I have a good relationship with him..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man raising his glass to Anatole from a distance.

"Anatole——"

Lewin felt Anatole's gaze, and his mouth opened and closed, making mouth shapes.

"So sensitive to gazes?"

Darien raised an eyebrow and sighed.

Anatole shrugged:

"It's hard for 'popular' people like us not to be sensitive to other people's gazes."

After all, without excellent reaction speed, a bullet might shoot through your skull in the next moment.

"Looks like I have to go meet them."

Anatole stood not far away and raised his glass to Lewin.

"Are you going?"

"No." Darien turned his head and answered without thinking, not wanting to join in.

"I'll sit there and wait for you."

Darien was also not interested in this kind of party. He pointed to a small sofa in the corner and walked over there.

"Okay, I'll come find you when we're done." Anatole raised

his lips a little, his eyes showing a softness that he had never seen before.