The Young Master Makes His Entrance

"Yo, preaching that weird anti-capitalist nonsense of yours again?"

The one whose very first words dripped with sarcasm was, naturally, Tony Stark, the young master of an industrial conglomerate qualified to look down on 99.99 percent of humanity on Earth.

Although there was no longer anyone above his head running the household, this guy had not married or had children yet, so Henry was not about to call him "sir."

The one next door had an old butler fawning over him, had both biological sons and adopted godsons, and had the support of an entire city's underworld and legitimate circles. That was how he had earned the title of "sir."

The guy in front of him was still out there ruining beautiful women everywhere. His attitude was like a tracking missile: fire and forget. Giving him a pleasant look felt like trampling one's own moral standards into the ground.

Facing the mockery, Henry replied evenly, "Don't assume that what I say is anti-capitalist just because I don't represent any pharmaceutical company. I'm merely pointing out how drug companies muddy the waters for profit."

"Of course. You've always been so selfless, standing on the moral high ground." The words were praise in the literal sense, but coming from Tony Stark's mouth, they had to be taken as sarcasm.

Henry pretended not to notice and accepted it with a grin. That level of thick skin made the young master, who had lost a move, somewhat unhappy.

A Kryptonian could ignore the corporation represented by this young master and the wealth behind him, but others could not remain so calm. The male lead whom people usually only saw among women and gossip columns had appeared, so naturally a swarm of flies crowded around him like they had spotted shit.

Since this was Katharine