After hearing Logan Sean's words, the spark of hope I had just felt vanished instantly.
For a moment, I even found myself disgusted with Logan.
"I really don't get why people like you always think you're better than everyone else," I said, shaking my head.
"All these high and low, noble and lowly distinctions are your creation. We work our asses off our whole lives, and to you, we're just a joke."
"Mr. Yan, honestly, I think you're the one who's laughable here. You treat people like slaves, but that doesn't mean they'll respect you."
I looked Logan straight in the eye, not backing down.
Logan's expression slowly turned cold.
"Stubborn as hell," Logan said icily.
"I hate your so-called rebellious spirit."
I replied coolly, "And I hate your superior attitude just as much."
Our talks had failed.
This was my second round of negotiations with Logan, and we still got nowhere.
Our beliefs were completely opposite; no matter how many times we talked, the gap would only get wider.
