"So, in your opinion, I, stock market god Vincent, am just a brainless old man?" A deep, domineering voice filled with arrogance came from the little boy's direction.
The entire venue felt like it was hit by a magnitude ten earthquake; all the investors whipped their heads around in frenzied excitement.
Yiren felt as if she had been struck by lightning and stiffly turned her head. When she saw the elderly man standing behind Ye Yuan, her face instantly changed color. She gasped, clutching her mouth instinctively, her beautiful features pale as if she couldn't believe her own eyes.
It truly was Vincent. She had seen this man before!
She had caught a distant glimpse of him once at a high-society banquet in Europe.
