Chapter 97 Good Tea
- “Maxwell, I didn’t expect you to know Mr. Huang too. Your connections are something.” Shaun grinned, cold and mean, then sat and ordered tea.
- This was supposed to be a private “dinner” for Maxwell alone. He hadn’t planned on Mr. Huang showing up. Well, plans never keep up with change.
- “Not bad,” Maxwell said lightly. “Shaun, if you’ve got business with me, spit it out.”