chapter 166 A pair of live treasures

I remember when we were in Monaco, this old man was often unkempt, wearing a straw hat, big shorts and flip-flops. I often took him to a roadside shop in Monaco to eat seafood. He looked so approachable, like an old man next door.

But now this old man has a spirited slicked-back haircut, wears a well-tailored suit, and has a radiant smile on his face as he speaks all kinds of guest words seriously on the stage.

Henri Jones certainly knew that the old man was rich, but the...