In Harrison Clark's study, the two men sat facing each other.
The atmosphere wasn't warm; on the contrary, it was rather bizarre.
Chris Owen's right hand rested on his teacup, his fingers lightly tapping the cup's rim as his eyes continued to roam over Harrison Clark's face.
From the moment Harrison Clark greeted him to when he sat down and the servant brought him a glass of water, neither of them spoke again.
Chris Owen disliked this youngster and wanted to use his seniority to teach him a lesson.
After all, their previous conversation had been very unpleasant.
"Anyway, I just won't sell! Mr. Owen, it's no use saying anything!"
Chris Owen still remembered the harsh tone in which Harrison Clark had refused him, and it was natural for him to have a grievance.
Unfortunately, although Harrison Clark's influence and assets were far from those of Chris Owen today, he was becoming a figure in his own right at home.
