Hudson River, New York Harbor.
Dressed casually, Harry stepped out of the car and waved the driver away. He boarded the luxury yacht moored at the harbor, and Young Master Osborn surveyed the sea-bound castle, all five stories tall. Its enormous size and imposing grandeur were enough to make anyone hesitate.
When he reached the third-deck terrace, Harry could not help clicking his tongue. Looking down from above, the private yacht resembled a vast, luxurious palace at sea. It had not only ample space, but also its own basketball court, screening room, and tasting lounge. Accommodating hundreds of people would not be a problem.
Marveling at his friend's lavish spending, he found Sean lounging in a deck chair under the sun. The young genius renowned throughout New York wore sunglasses as he enjoyed a sunbath, with fresh fruit beside him and a bottle of whiskey chilling in an ice bucket.
"You should have invited a whole crowd of Hollywood stars and thrown a yacht party while you were at it. Then tomorrow's newspapers could run a story about 'the luxurious life of New York's genius,' and let everyone in this city know that Tony Stark wasn't the only one who knew how to enjoy life."
Harry picked a spot and sat down. The huge, luxurious yacht slowly set off, and the damp sea breeze, laden with mist, washed over him. He tipped his head back toward the sky. Brilliant sunlight pierced the clouds, several white seagulls skimmed over the clear sea, and a few white clouds drifted across the bright blue sky.
All of it left Young Master Osborn, who had been steeped in a life of luxury and excess, feeling unexpectedly refreshed. His restless heart gradually settled down.
"New York is like a vanity fair. When you can bring