He knew his words were great, but people here were either fools or too clever for their own good.
So, Harrison Clark left empty-handed.
And he cursed them.
You fake fans.
You all took me as your spiritual leader, but now your faith in me is gone, fed to the dogs.
On his way back to his villa, he ran into Mr. Connor.
He didn't know if it was a coincidence, or if the old man was lying in wait for him.
"See, I told you that you had no chance. Come to the Particle-related Project Team instead."
The old man grinned wickedly.
Harrison Clark showed no emotion, refusing to put up with his noise.
Mr. Connor remained cheerful despite the cold reaction, "Are you really dead set on it?"
Harrison couldn't hold back and replied, "Yes, I actually never had any expectations from the people of Science City anyway. If no one comes, I'll just carry on by myself – it doesn't matter."
Mr. Connor sighed, "Alright, I have an idea for you. Want to hear it?"
"Go ahead."
