Chapter 14

He walked into the barbershop, bantered with the owner for quite a while before finally asking, “Hey, where’s Ryan Miller?”

The owner replied, “Inside, just finished the first layer of color, rinsing now.”

William Harris paused mid-step. “…Coloring?”

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Matthew Clark handed his car to the valet and glanced into the venue.

The villa’s garden was spacious, decorated with plenty of balloons and flowers. Nearby hung sweet photos of the two main characters, and the area below the stage was packed with cameras as the media adjusted their equipment.

Today was the engagement banquet of the eldest young master of the The Miller Family, Evan Miller. Evan Miller had sent him an invitation half a month ago.

“Matthew Clark.” Evan Miller, who was greeting guests at the door, immediately spotted his friend. He quickly said goodbye to the people in front of him and strode over to Matthew Clark. “I was worried you wouldn’t come.”

“How could I not?” Matthew Clark smiled faintly. Dressed in a black suit, he exuded a certain ascetic charm. Just standing there, he was even more eye-catching than the meticulously dressed Evan Miller.

He handed the gift box in his hand to Evan Miller. “An engagement present. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, you shouldn’t have.” Evan Miller accepted the gift. “Your family… are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” said Matthew Clark.

“I’ve been out of the country for a while and only just heard about it.” Evan Miller patted his shoulder. “What’s done is done, so I won’t say more. If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

The surrounding media, seeing Matthew Clark, all eagerly gripped their microphones and recorders, itching to come over for an interview.

Matthew Clark gave a brief “Mm.” “I’ll head inside first, you go greet the others.”

“Wait, um…” Evan Miller cleared his throat. “Your seat is at the main table, don’t go to the wrong one.”

Matthew Clark raised an eyebrow, just about to ask something.

“Brother.”

A familiar voice sounded from behind. Both men turned quickly toward the source.

When he saw who it was, Matthew Clark couldn’t help it—his lips curled up uncontrollably—

Ryan Miller was standing right behind him. He was dressed in a custom black suit, with a slim waist and long legs, exuding nobility and elegance. With his already strikingly handsome features, he should have looked every bit the pampered prince.

But he was sporting a head of bold, eye-catching green hair, which, under the sunlight, looked especially… vibrant.

Seeing Matthew Clark, Ryan Miller was also momentarily stunned. But he quickly recovered, putting on an innocent smile, and said to the frowning Evan Miller, “Happy engagement, brother.”

Chapter 7

Evan Miller spoke coldly. It was clear he was restraining himself because of the guests, but his tone was still harsh: “What are you doing here?”

“My brother’s getting engaged. Of course, as the younger brother, I have to come and offer my congratulations,” said Ryan Miller. “Where’s the bride? Which family’s girl is so unlucky?”

Evan Miller’s face turned ashen. In his eyes, this younger brother was the very symbol of their father’s betrayal of the family.

In the eyes of others, he was the steady and competent heir of the The Miller Family, but whenever he faced Ryan Miller, he just couldn’t suppress his anger: “No one sent you an invitation. Get lost.”

“Oh.” Ryan Miller seemed to remember something, and pulled a delicate invitation from the inside pocket of his suit. He pinched one corner and waved it in front of Evan Miller. “Turns out I do have one.”

Evan Miller pressed his lips together, stepped forward, and lowered his voice: “Ryan Miller, I’m warning you. Either leave now, or keep your mouth shut and stay quietly inside. If you cause any trouble today… I won’t let you off.”

“Evan Miller, let’s not forget, it’s not your turn to call the shots in the The Miller Family yet.”

Ryan Miller put away his smile. “Even if the The Miller Family really does fall into your hands one day, I, Ryan Miller, will have nothing to do with you. What gives you the right to boss me around here?”

The atmosphere between them was tense. Not far away, the reporters were already glancing over repeatedly. When they saw Ryan Miller’s somewhat dark green hair, they couldn’t look away, all speculating about the identity of this young man.

Even among today’s most popular young male celebrities, it was rare to see anyone dye their hair such a “forgiveness green”—let alone show up with it at someone else’s engagement party.

After watching for a while, someone noticed that this young man’s features actually resembled Evan Miller’s a bit.

Although few had mentioned it in recent years, the reporters hadn’t forgotten about the The Miller Family’s illegitimate son. The story had long since lost its heat, but gossip about wealthy families was always a crowd favorite. Even a small reveal would guarantee plenty of discussion.

Very soon, a reporter snapped back to attention, picked up a camera, and tried to rush toward Ryan Miller. But after only a couple of steps, he was blocked by tall, burly security guards.

Hearing the commotion, Ryan Miller glanced over, then quickly looked away. He stuffed the invitation into Evan Miller’s suit and turned to walk into the venue.

“…Sorry you had to see that.” Evan Miller quickly regained his composure, took out the invitation, and planned to throw it in the trash later.

“It’s fine.” Matthew Clark’s gaze lingered on the retreating figure. “I’ll head in as well.”

Ryan Miller entered the venue and immediately spotted the other main character of the day.

She was a woman who looked gentle and virtuous, dressed in a white gown, surrounded by several elegantly dressed bridesmaids. Her every gesture made it clear she wasn’t from an ordinary family.

Well, at the level of the The Miller Family, there were rarely any purely romantic marriages.

Such a fine woman, wasted on Evan Miller, Ryan Miller thought.