Chapter 1943 The Illusion That Meets the Eye

Dalton's foreign accent was impeccably authentic, every word sounding smooth and effortless. His "all in" carried the calm arrogance of those high-society figures in movies who treated millions of dollars like pocket change. With his striking, sculpted features, he gave off the vibe of foreign royalty. He didn't just act wealthy—his whole presence radiated it. Just one word from him was enough to shift the entire room's mood. "Now, that's a rich young man. If my son were that capable, I wouldn't have to stop by the exchange every time I finish buying groceries." "Don't say things like that. He must have worked for it, too. Even if he's from some noble family abroad, they still have to climb their own ladders. It's not like he's the only heir." "True. In the end, success comes from hard work. I'm going to tell my son to aim higher when I get home." One person turned to ask, "Ms. Mette, what do you think?" Ellen glanced up. "Let's just watch for now. He definitely came with deep po