Chapter 295 What Else Do You Want From Me

• “Exactly,” Jordan agreed easily. “I always believe that a man’s taste in tea is a reflection of his true self, after all.”
• Only someone with appallingly low standard like Bruce would find this ordinary black tea appealing. Jordan’s thinly veiled jab left a hard look on Bruce’s face.
• “I’ve heard that Mr. Hartman has always been cold and ruthless when it comes to business, but I’ve never expected he would have a mouth to match.” Bruce raised his cup in a mocking toast, staring directly at Jordan. “It looks like we still have a lot to get to know about each other.”