Putting down the bottle, Dorian Cook stared intently at Jesse River, unwilling to miss the slightest detail!
"Why doesn't Master Harris join me?" Julius Reed sighed helplessly and took out his phone, "Tell the Imperial Master to stop Gerrit Harris at Demarco Mount! This kid is useful to me."
"Imperial Master?" Dorian Cook raised an eyebrow, "Which Imperial Master?"
"The most famous one under the heavens, isn't he your boss's former boss?" Julius Reed raised his glass and clinked it with Jesse River's.
"Nonsense!"
Dorian Cook was taken aback at first, then spoke with disdain, "The Imperial Master died a long time ago. If you're going to brag, at least be realistic. At least this guy here is straightforward!"
If it weren't for this wine being the real deal, truly giving her a sense of fulfillment, Dorian Cook would have suspected these two were putting on a double act.
