Quinton leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping his red wine with satisfaction, feigning modesty: “Oh, come on, we’re all old friends here. I’m just running a small business, nothing much. I barely make five hundred thousand dollars in six months."
But the grin on his face betrayed his desire to show off.
Hearing this, everyone continued to shower him with praise.
Meanwhile, looking at Alexander sitting alone in the corner, Quinton felt immensely pleased!
He remembered when he and Alexander used to be good brothers.
But because of Eleanor, they had a huge falling out.
Now seeing Alexander like this, it gave him a sense of satisfaction.
How could trash like that be worthy of being with Eleanor?
“Hey, Alexander, they’re talking to you. Why aren’t you responding? Playing hard t
