"Mr. Linden, isn't what you just said a bit offensive to me?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Jeremiah Linden was indifferent.
With a cold snort, he said, "Mr. Carter, since we've laid everything out, you don't need to pretend, and I won't beat around the bush with you. Name your price, I can accept it all."
"Then there's no need for us to talk."
Dirk Carter saw that Jeremiah Linden was unyielding.
He was just about to turn and leave.
The young man who came with him suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
"What do you mean by this?"
Dirk Carter asked.
At this moment, Jeremiah Linden had shed his mask and no longer had his earlier politeness.
Disdain grew on his face.
