Benjamin felt a bit stifled and glanced at the '82 Chateau Lafite Rothschild on the table, drinking several glasses one after another.
With the alcohol going to his head, his mind went straight and, squinting at the scantily clad beauties on the dance floor, he casually commented, "Mr. Cooper, I can't believe you can stand watching such low-grade dancing. Are you sexually frustrated and looking for some excitement here?"
The next second, his thigh was kicked.
Benjamin exaggeratedly howled, reaching down to rub his thigh. "It was just a joke, why'd you have to get so serious? Any harder and you would've broken my leg."
Daniel Cooper glanced at him askew, swirling the dark red liquid in his wine glass with long fingers. With half-closed, elongated eyes and a deep voice, he said, "From now on, you handle all of White Group's business matters. Don't let her show up. If there are any difficulties, come to me directly."
