Jay Brent's face flushed with embarrassment, but he had nothing to say. He chuckled awkwardly, "Brother Wallace, shouldn't we talk about evidence for this kind of thing?
Accusing me of selling the goods to two different parties for no reason, isn't this tarnishing my reputation?"
"You still have a reputation?" Greg Jensen sneered.
Jay Brent's expression turned cold, and he frowned, "Kid, our conversation has nothing to do with you. You'd better shut your mouth, or I won't mind having someone throw you out."
"Sure, call your people over. I'll give you ten minutes, call as many as you can!"
Greg Jensen's face was icy, and his heart was even frostier.
He didn't even know what was happening to him; he was usually the amiable small-town youth.
But every time he encountered rotten characters, his heart would turn very cold, wishing he could just finish them off and walk away.
That would be the simplest and the most satisfying!
