And then there was him. For a measly 5% stake in the Wizards, he'd been forced to come out of retirement and slog through another two years of playing.
And even then, he'd backed the wrong horse and gotten swindled.
Compared to Chen Yu, how could he not be jealous?
Chen Yu rubbed his chest and asked Jordan, "What are you doing here?"
"Forget about 'body maintenance.' You should just retire for good and stop thinking about joining the Suns. Besides, Brian doesn't want you."
The line "Brian doesn't want you" was a gut punch that struck Jordan's fragile ego. His face paled with embarrassment, and he cursed, "That's because he's blind."
After speaking, he gave Miller a disgusted look and waved his hand, shooing him away.
Miller, with his fiery temper, wasn't about to indulge him. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and refused to budge.
"Just say what you came to say," Chen Yu said, pulling away from Jordan's grasp.
