In the restaurant, by the window.
I and Jessica Jones sat side by side, opposite us were Andrew Jones and Ryan Davis.
The two men had sullen expressions and looked at me with a bit of hostility and intense disgust.
In their eyes, this kid must have tricked Jessica out of her money to start some company.
"Jessica, let me ask you, this so-called company, did you invest your money?" Andrew Jones said sternly.
"Brother! What are you thinking! He started it himself." Jessica Jones furrowed her brows slightly, somewhat displeased.
These two kept calling him a pretty boy, which really annoyed her.
Andrew Jones sneered, naturally not believing that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old guy, who hadn't even attended college and didn't look like a wealthy heir, could have the money to start a company.
Jessica must have said that to save face for this pretty boy.
"Thompson, I ask you, what does your company do?" Andrew Jones looked at me and asked sternly.
