"After so much talk, you should understand what I mean. How about it, yes or no?"
Austin fiddled with the Ancient Silver Coin, looking out at the financial city through the window.
Wayne's eyes twitched: "I think I got it, but I might have misunderstood. It's a bit unbelievable, after all, given our relationship... you know."
"You didn't misunderstand. That's exactly what I meant!"
Austin enunciated each word forcefully, letting out a cold snort before adding: "Don't get too pleased with yourself. If I had a choice, it wouldn't be you."
"How can you say there's no choice? Veronica is excellent."
"She's unfit, too kind, and she has inherited her mother's flaw—her eyesight is ridiculously poor."
What does that mean, I'm not kind?
Wayne was very dissatisfied with Austin's opinion, suggesting that Austin should inquire with the villains' camp to see who didn't know that he was honest and trustworthy...
Oh, the villains really didn't know.