"Alright, alright," the hook-nosed man shrugged, noticing Harrison's displeasure.
Harrison fell silent, but the seed of curiosity had already been planted among the others.
"Judging by that reaction, it must be true," the blond man arched an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping the room before settling back on the hook-nosed man.
"So what really happened?
Some guy from San Francisco actually managed to steal the spotlight from Harrison?"
There was no mockery in his tone.
After all, in all of E Country, few could overshadow Harrison—let alone a foreign businessman from San Francisco.
"Harrison doesn't want me to talk," the hook-nosed man chuckled, lighting a cigarette before draping an arm around the hostess beside him.
"If you're that curious, ask him yourself."
All eyes turned to Harrison, whose mood had visibly soured.
Taking a slow drag from his cigarette under their expectant stares, Harrison scoffed.
"That eager to know, huh?"
