"I thought he looked familiar..." Tony frowned as he watched the young man's back—the same young man who had beaten him all night—and felt something strange.
"Sean Sipes." Happy, the bodyguard standing behind him, quietly reminded him. "He's the young man the papers call 'the second Tony Stark.' They say he's a genius scientist too. His latest genetic drug is worth billions of dollars, and he's reached a partnership with Osborn Industries. The newspapers have been full of stories about him lately."
Tony casually picked up a glass of champagne from the gambling table and snorted disdainfully. "The second Tony Stark? There's only one me in this world—one of a kind!"
The billionaire placed a few casual bets, then seemed to lose interest in continuing his fun. Surrounded by his friend Rhodey and a group of bodyguards, he swaggered out of the hotel. This was the period when Tony was at the height of his success. Ever since turning over a new leaf at twenty-one and taking over as CEO of Stark Industries, he had become the darling of the media.
Whether it was how many stunning models he slept with or what new weapons he invented, reporters always swarmed him at the first opportunity like sharks scenting blood. At this point in his life, Tony Stark was immersed in a lavish, intoxicating existence, basking in everyone's adoration. Other than invention and creation, nothing attracted his attention more than beautiful women.
"There are plenty of young geniuses, but there's only one Tony Stark." The mustached man spared no effort in praising himself. Colonel Rhodey had long since grown accustomed to his friend's narcissism.
After all, what he said really was true. No matter how many flaws Tony had, and no matter how often he gave the military brass headaches, there