Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 242

Although there were some top celebrities at the party tonight, Jason was not inferior to any one of

them. In fact, he was even more striking than they were.

He had a beautiful face, and when he looked at people with those charming, amorous eyes, the

journalists could not help but fall for him. He was too beautiful to describe. His beauty was the kind that

could attract both men and women.

However, when these eyes were cold, it gave people an indescribable tension.

What humans didn’t realize, is that some of that attraction and fear came from his alpha strength. He

was immensely powerful.

He never let that power come out because to use it would unleash too much of his force into the world.

Jason was surrounded by his own bodyguards as well as the venue's security guards. His long, strong

body was wrapped in a well-tailored black suit.

Jason always had great fashion sense, which was a consensus among the journalists.

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Everything else was fine, but… He wore a light purple scarf around his neck and a pair of gloves in the

same color. These two accessories were a little strange to look at.

"Why do the scarf and gloves look a bit different from Jason's usual style?" A journalist started

whispering.

"It looks a bit rough, and it seems... a little old too. Is it a new vintage collection from some big brand?"

"The average man would have a hard time looking good in this light purple color! However, it seems to

suit Jason."

Jason did not like being photographed, but some reporters could not help but secretly photograph him.

When Jason's bodyguard was about to walk over, he seemed to move his lips to say something.

Immediately, the bodyguard stopped.

Once Jason was inside the venue, the reporter who took the candid photo gasped for breath.

He thought that the bodyguard was going to come up to him and ask him to delete the contents of his

phone.

The moment Jason entered the venue, he naturally became the focus of attention. Almost immediately,

many upper-class ladies tried their best to get close to him.

Patrick walked over to Jason to examine his friend's outfit and said, "You look really sharp in your outfit.

The scarf and gloves don't look like your usual style, though."

Jason raised his eyebrows. "What do you think my style is?"

“Definitely not this woolen scarf and gloves. And in such a gentle color too!” Patrick laughed. “Don’t

worry. With me by your side, you’ll still get some females to look at you. Even with the weird wool

accessories. Come, let’s make the rounds.”

"No." Jason coolly refused.

Patrick's face turned bitter. "Let me introduce you, or I'll be annoyed to death by these women." They

were the precious daughters of the Weiss pack's friends.

Patrick would have been their first choice, but the ladies completely ignored him and desperately

wanted to meet Jason through him instead.