Zane Patterson declared resolutely, "I'll take back Preston Shipping on my own. I don't give a damn about the social circles of Aethelgard, and I don't need your charity."
Jett Westgate simply sized up Zane Patterson in silence, his gaze like that of an adult looking at a clueless, misbehaving child, tinged with pity and disdain.
"But the reality is, you won't get Preston Shipping back unless I give the word.
Without my permission, you can't enter the social circles of Aethelgard.
Zane Patterson, this is the only chance your Patterson family has to make a comeback."
When he finished, Jett Westgate unhurriedly took out another cigarette and lit it. He took a deep drag and deliberately blew the smoke slowly in Zane Patterson's direction.
White smoke billowed between them, obscuring Jett Westgate's arrogant face.
