Patrick sat down on the sofa across from him.
His eyes roamed freely around the office—lavish and imposing, styled in shades of pale gray, very much in line with Benjamin’s cold, aloof temperament.
He gave a mocking chuckle. “Your building is indeed impressive… but it’s not *my* style.”
Benjamin replied proudly, “Because you don’t have it.”
Patrick: “…”
Where did this guy get his confidence from?
Daring to claim *he* didn’t have it?
In terms of wealth, he didn’t believe for a second that he was inferior to Benjamin—especially now that he had Amanda’s formula in hand. He was practically raking in cash by the truckload.
“Benjamin, you’re really full of yourself. Don’t think you’re the only rich man in this world. There are plenty of hidden billionaires out there—you just can’t see th
