"Alright, enough talk, let's eat."
Pollard Lee acted as if he were the host, raising his hand to invite everyone to eat.
Lionel Yeager certainly wouldn't be polite.
It was already late, and he had been hungry for a while.
Seeing Lionel Yeager devouring the food and drinks, Claire Weil and Pollard Lee had even more disdain in their eyes.
Halfway through the meal, Pollard Lee took the pack of True Dragon brand cigarettes in front of him and lit one up for himself, with no intention of offering any to Lionel Yeager.
Such good cigarettes, he plans to take all of them, not leaving any for Lionel Yeager.
Knock, knock, knock.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Come in."
Pollard Lee said.
The door was pushed open, and a sweaty, panting Laird Tennat entered with a contract in hand.
Claire Weil condescendingly shouted: "Hey, who are you? Are you in the wrong place?
Be clear, this is the River Watching Pavilion Private Room, not just anyone can come in!"
