You're a Rich Heir, and I'm a Prince!

But he did not feel dissatisfied in the slightest.

In his eyes, Loren was just a child. As an adult, there was no need for him to compare himself to a kid over something like this.

Besides, the only reason Loren received such treatment was because he was the young master of the Morgan Family.

He had simply been born into a good family. There was nothing impressive about that.

After all, he himself had also been born into a pretty good family.

But the attention he received now mainly relied on his own clever mind and abilities.

There was still a huge difference between the two. One relied on his father, while the other relied on strength. The gap was obvious at a glance.

Naturally, Loren had no idea what Tony Stark was thinking right now.

If he had known, he probably would have laughed out loud.

Strength?

The kind of strength that nearly got himself killed by falling?

If that was the case, then Loren really could not compare.

After striking a few poses for the reporters to photograph, Loren soon grew annoyed.

So he directly ended the photoshoot and led Gwen and the others into the banquet hall.

By then, quite a few people had already gathered inside.

Naturally, no one invited by Tony Stark to attend the banquet was an ordinary person.

They were either prominent figures in the business world, powerful figures in politics, or, at the very least, celebrities from the entertainment industry.

Ordinary people could never attend an event of this caliber.

Because everyone present belonged to the elite class, although the banquet hall was packed, it was not noisy.

They stood in small groups, whispering to one another and keeping their voices low. Every one of them had their own circle.

Under normal circumstances, they would not casually approach others for conversation.

After all, this place was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. No one knew whether some small action of theirs might offend someone.

But Loren was clearly an exception. In terms of status and influence, no one here could measure up to him. They were all trash.

Do not misunderstand—he was not referring to just one of them. He meant everyone present. They were all trash!

Of course, there was no way he would go out of his way to chat with them.

Instead, whenever the others saw him, they all became as alert as mice seeing a cat.

Then they all smiled, nodded, and warmly greeted him in unison. "Good evening, Young Master Loren!"

Loren had long since grown accustomed to such scenes over the past few months, and he enjoyed them.

"Mm, good, good. Everyone, make yourselves at home. Don't stand on ceremony with me!"

Loren joked as he led Gwen and the others to a quiet corner and sat down.

Unlike Loren, who was used to this, the three of them were so shocked by the scene that they did not know what to say.

Although they had long known that Loren was the eldest young master of the Morgan Family and could guess that he lived an extremely luxurious life,

a guess was still only a guess. It was nowhere near as shocking as witnessing it firsthand.

And what they had just seen was something they could not even have imagined.

After all, how could the worldview of the poor possibly imagine the splendor of the rich?

To put it bluntly, poverty had limited their imagination.

"Loren, that man who nodded and greeted you just now seemed to be an Air Force lieutenant general, right?"

"Which one? Too many people greeted me. I could not be bothered to remember."

"Heh, that makes sense.

You are the young master of the Morgan Family. There really is no need for you to remember what they look like. As long as they remember what you look like, that is enough.

Tsk, tsk. Your status is truly enviable!"

Harry shook his head in amazement. He considered his own background to be pretty good already.

After all, his father was the chairman of the Osborn Group.

He could more or less be considered a rich heir himself, with family assets measured in the hundreds of millions.

But compared to Loren before him, he was truly nothing.

Not to mention anything else, as he followed Loren all the way here, let alone anyone greeting him, there were barely even a few people who recognized him.

The gap was not just a little large!

Calling it the difference between heaven and earth would not be an exaggeration.

"We are classmates, so stop teasing me. Besides, your family background is not bad at all. You are the rich heir of the Osborn Group!"

Loren casually took a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray, gently swirled it, and downed it in one gulp.

Because his body had been enhanced by the Perfected Super-Soldier Serum, he was practically immune to all poisons. Alcohol had even less effect on him.

So drinking was like drinking soda for him. It was genuinely enjoyable, but if he drank too much, he would only feel bloated.

"My status as a rich heir is not worth mentioning. In terms of wealth, I cannot even compare to a fraction of yours, and in terms of status, I have even less.

Not only that, people often criticize me, saying I rely on my father and calling me a wastrel.

Me? I have always lived in my father's shadow. It is truly painful."

Harry also picked up a glass of red wine and spoke with a hint of gloom.

Hearing that, Loren merely shrugged indifferently.

"Isn't a rich heir being mocked for relying on his father just standard procedure?

Just ignore them. They are simply jealous of you.

As for them calling you a wastrel, did you make investments behind the scenes? And then lose money?"

"Uh, did you install a listening device in my house?" Harry was stunned by Loren's words, and his face could not quite hold up.

"Then you did. In that case, you deserve to be scolded. Not investing, not doing business, and not proving yourself are the basic qualities of a qualified rich heir. Yet you lack even those basic qualities. If they do not scold you, who should they scold?"

"..." Harry.

"But I heard that you acquired several military factories recently! Aren't you investing too?"

"Can you compare yourself to me? You are a rich heir, while I am a prince!"

"..."

"Right, right!" Hearing Loren say that, Harry felt as though he had been enlightened, and even his eyes seemed clearer.

The Osborn Group was, at most, a corporate conglomerate. It was absolutely incomparable to the Morgan Family.

They could manipulate the direction of an entire nation. In ancient times, even if Loren were not a prince, he would still be a feudal lord ruling one region!

"Can you two rich heirs talk about something down-to-earth? Otherwise, Peter and I cannot even join your conversation."

At that moment, Gwen, who was sitting nearby, said with a wry smile.

Hearing that, Loren and Harry exchanged a smile, then silently nodded.

"Gwen is right. We rarely get to gather like this, so let's not talk about such boring topics. Tell us how you have been lately instead.

Gwen, didn't you say that you and Peter both joined the Osborn Group as interns? How is it going? Is the work going smoothly?"

"Smoothly, of course it is going smoothly. I am just a receptionist at the front desk. Normally, I am only responsible for receiving guests who come to the group, so the work is quite easy and not stressful.

But Peter is impressive. Not long after joining the company, Professor Connors noticed him. Peter is now his assistant and errand boy!" The moment work was mentioned, Gwen became animated and immediately recounted various amusing things that had happened at the company.

However, Loren was not particularly interested in the amusing stories Gwen mentioned. Instead, the Professor Connors she had mentioned caught his attention.

"The Professor Connors you mentioned is?"

"Professor Curt Connors, the leading expert in genetic biology!"

"!!!!"