Charles turned around and looked at the person talking to him. To his surprise, it was Harry. He stared at him while he continued to come closer.
"What do you want?" Charles said coldly as he faced the sea again.
"You..." Harry spoke with the same coldness of tone.
Charles remained silent.
"If you are here to insult me, save it," Charles said.
"Why should I? You are already pitiful in your state now. Do I need to go down to your level?" Harry said with an annoying tone.
Charles grit his teeth. This fellow seems difficult to talk to, he thought. After a while, he smirked.
"What else do you want from me? You have already occupied the position that is supposed to be mine." he said after a while.
"Is it my fault to be the object of affection of
