Back to business.
Since Lille hadn't impulsively made a decision and shaken hands, Jefferson couldn't keep pressing a cold shoulder toward him.
Secondly, since Lille had walked in up to now, his restraint in not shaking hands excitedly indicated that there wasn't a problem.
If he had shaken hands eagerly, that would have been a cause for concern, making one wonder if the mercenary had ulterior motives.
"Fair enough." Jefferson withdrew his hand and began cutting his steak.
This was genuine beef, taken directly from a living cow.
Jack and V had already finished eating, and watched eagerly as Jefferson used his knife and fork to cut the meat—
They hadn't cut their meat and thought the napkin at the tableside was for holding the meat, puzzled about what the small knife beside it was for.
They thought to themselves: using a napkin to hold food really seemed quite elegant...
Seeing this, Jack leaned back slightly and signaled to V, who immediately began to text.
