"What did you say?"
Jay King, sitting beside Chopter, furrowed his brow and asked.
Since Julius Reed had walked into the conference room, he hadn't uttered a word.
He even avoided making eye contact with Julius Reed.
His restraint did not result in peace.
"I said, my shoulders are sore, come over and rub them for me."
Julius Reed looked at Jay King with a disdainful expression, "Are all the servants of the Roosevelt family this proud?"
"Mr. Reed, if you need a masseuse, Fabian Percival happens to know quite a few," Chopter hurriedly stepped forward with a forced smile, "I will have him arrange some to give you a good massage afterwards."
"This is the sincerity of the Roosevelt family?"
Julius Reed's brow slightly furrowed, very displeased, "Just a servant, and yet dare to be so presumptuous in front of us, really think we Chinese are so easily bullied?"
"No... Mr. Reed, hear me out..."
Chopter was sweating profusely.
What could he say?
