Lucas Harlow chuckled, "If you think you can't beat me, surrender early."
"Surrender?!" Edward Foster almost wished he could punch Lucas Harlow's confident face, "Lawrence was your fan from the start! You even sneakily encouraged her to be your agent! You always intended to take advantage of being close to home to gain an advantage—shameless! Cunning and devious!"
Lucas Harlow replied leisurely, "I didn't even know why I was helping her or wanted her as my agent, thank you for the enlightenment, now I understand."
"Damn! That works too!" Edward Foster was utterly shocked by Lucas Harlow's audacity, he circled around him a few times, clicking his tongue, "Ah, Harlow, stop being a star and go back to inherit your family wealth."
"With the level of slyness and thick skin you've got now, compared to you, your family is just a bunch of naive and sweet people."
