Bryson turned around and saw Arthur, impeccably dressed in a suit, approaching with a warm smile.
"Oh, Mr. Walker," Bryson chuckled, "Fancy meeting you here."
Arthur quickly extended both hands to shake Bryson's.
He knew that without this opportunity, a businessman like himself from Bennyvasia would never have a chance to shake hands with a big shot like Bryson.
"Mr. Reed, the supreme private room we prepared for you is still available. Please have a few drinks with me as a token of my utmost respect," Arthur pleaded earnestly.
Bryson thought, 'That's a good idea. I don't wanna bother myself with those stupid lobsters. Screw that idiot.'
"Fine. Let's have a couple of drinks." Bryson nodded.
"Wonderful. I have a few friends I'd like to introduce you to," Arthur said respectfully, fol
