The Kryptonian, who had no desire to become too deeply entangled with the Mellon family, offered evasive words. "The young lady is right. Compared to all the outstanding young men here, I'm the most insignificant one.
"If I have any virtue, it's that I know my own place. I understand that I'm not worthy of you. I'm only fit to be a supporting leaf, highlighting just how exceptional the other gentlemen here are. I hope today's meeting hasn't disappointed you too much."
What Henry really wanted to know was whether the people who refused to speak softly at times like this, instead insisting on being tough and humiliating this Old Money heiress, were rushing to become live-in sons-in-law and thus so eager to show themselves off.
Just to prove to outsiders that even without the fate of a domineering CEO, they could still put on the airs of one?
Just as he had expected, once those humble words were spoken, Henry could clearly feel the hostile gazes around him lessen considerably. They were far more effective than bluntly humiliating someone and then rejecting them.
Even Christine Mellon herself found nothing wrong with what he had said. "Don't worry. Without excessive expectations, there naturally won't be excessive disappointment. I hope you enjoy yourself today."
Although Henry's temperament was no longer the pathetic air he had possessed when he first arrived in the United States over a decade ago, a bald head without eyebrows was hardly an easy look to pull off. Compared with the new blood of Old Money families, raised from childhood with care, he was even less impressive.
More importantly, he lacked a title suitable for this kind of social occasion. Others started out as the young master of some family, while he began with four words: "unknown origins."