He was tall and slender, wearing glasses, and carried himself with a scholarly, refined grace.
He stood out in a crowd.
With Cecilia Adler standing beside him, many people couldn't help but glance their way.
Jude Underwood noticed Cecilia. "Isn't that your friend? Is the guy next to her her boyfriend? He's pretty tall."
Vivian Lee sneered. "What's the use of being tall? Is he going to stand in an alley to block the cold wind? I know him. He's a useless oaf who's nothing but his height. Utterly worthless. He's not even half as smart or capable as you."
Basking in her flattery, Jude puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course. You have to consider who I am."
Cecilia, who had been listening intently, turned to face them with a smirk.
Jude, thinking Cecilia was greeting him, waved smugly. "Hey, come sit with us."
Before Cecilia could respond,
Ian Quincy shot him a sharp glare. "Who are you calling over, you hooligan?"
