Chapter 224

Jonathan casually slumped into a chair, then leisurely lit a cigarette, took a puff, and finally looked up at Harold with a lazy expression.

"If these words came from your uncle, I might have to reconsider, but since it's you, Harold... You're just the offspring of your ancestors, seemingly delusional about your power."

"You don't plan to pay, do you? Roger, I know you, but your friend here has quite an odd character and doesn't seem to respect me at all!" Harold glanced at Roger, thinking he should be more tactful.

"Mr. Johnson, whatever Mr. Wang wants to do is none of my business. Whatever you want to do with Mr. Wang is up to you; I won't interfere! Of course, it's not my place to do that, so you're asking the wrong person." Roger calmly replied, then metaphorically passed the ball back to Harold.

His answer had a deeper meaning.

Harding didn't understand it, but Harold surely did.