It wasn't that good-looking people were necessarily extremely conceited, but there was really no such thing as being unaware of one's own beauty. Humans were aesthetic creatures. If someone had been good-looking since childhood, they would definitely realize they had an advantage in appearance.
If that advantage in appearance lasted from childhood into adulthood, they would also have extensive experience in using it. They understood better than others how to attract public attention and how to use their looks to get the results they wanted.
Bruce had reached this conclusion not only because he himself had been good-looking since childhood, but because among the circles he could access—especially circles involving the opposite sex—there were many people who had possessed such advantages since childhood. Otherwise, they would never have made it to the side of the world's richest man.
The hints from people like that were not merely a wink or an expression. They knew how to use every advantage of their bodies: thick, gleaming blond hair, long eyelashes, even slender fingers and burning body heat.
In Bruce's experience, that waitress's hint just now had been far too subtle. If he had not looked carefully, he would have thought something had gotten into her eye.
Clearly, she had not been deliberately indirect. She simply could not manage anything beyond that. Yet that reserved and conservative temperament was completely at odds with her appearance.
The white police officer was the same. Bruce noticed that his smile was somewhat stiff. Of course, he was trying to convey kindness and sympathy, but the way his facial muscles moved was wrong, as though he was not very used to this face.
But judging by his profession, he was not someone who would need plastic surgery. Besides, Bruce did not believe anyone could perfectly turn themselves