Chapter 1295 Who Do You Think You Are?

“Mr. Conan?!” Max screamed in shock.

When he was Leigh’s follower, he mingled in Leigh’s social circle. He recognized Conan, who was considered the outlier in the circle.

Conan was from the Queen family yet he hung out with gangsters and hippies, causing trouble everywhere.

He was the very definition of an outlier.

“Conan? Which Conan? Detective Conan?”

Kingston was surprised by Max’s reaction.

“Wait, are you talking about Conan Queen!?” Vilma’s expression turned pale.

The woman was ostentatious and her goal was to climb higher in the social ladder.

She loved to gossip about rich young men, so she heard a lot of things about the Queen family, especially the second son.

“What?!”

Kingston’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The long-haired gangster was the second son of the Queen family!?

Slap!

A slap landed on his face, punching his soul out of his body.

Kingston covered his face as he stared at Conan’s arrogantly handsome look.

“You called me