James shot him a cold glance. “Do you think just about anyone can sit here?”
“Oh? In that case, how does one qualify?” Jonathan plainly asked.
“Hmph, how?” James sneered in response, “I'll be frank with you. One has to have at least two billion in assets before one is allowed to sit here. Do you have that? You don't even look like you have a hundred million.”
James looked at Jonathan with a smirk. He gathered that Jonathan didn't even have two hundred thousand, let alone two billion.
How can a hoodlum be worthy of sitting at the same table as me? It's just utterly disgusting.