So, he didn't believe what Adam Ross said at all, but instead, his expression grew even worse, his hands clenching the wine bottle tightly.
If he had to choose, he wouldn't mind finishing off Adam Ross right there.
Already in a bad mood, Justin Battleson's muscles subtly tensed, ready to stand up at any moment.
The two of them stared at each other, neither speaking a word.
Suddenly, the door to their private room was thrown open.
The man who came in was Harper Gibson, his face originally bearing a smile.
Seeing the grim expressions of the two men in the room, his smile immediately faltered.
"Justin, Adam, what's happening? The atmosphere doesn't seem quite right."
Upon entering, Harper plonked himself down between the two, cheerfully asking the question, not taking the situation too seriously.
Catching sight of Harper, Justin Battleson remained silent.
However, he slightly loosened his grip on the wine bottle.