Rich Are Wild

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the atmosphere in the private room immediately dropped to freezing point.

"President Harry, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" The young man beside Samuel said with a cold expression, his voice filled with threat.

"Slap!"

A loud sound of a slap echoed through the room.

No one expected Samuel to directly slap the young man beside him. He coldly said, "Fuck, since when is it your turn to speak here?!"

After scolding, Samuel turned back as if nothing had happened, casually crossing his legs and pulling the beauty beside him closer. He picked up a cigar and tossed one to Harry, then put one in his own mouth and let the woman beside him light it.

"President Harry, I'm starting to like you more and more! Your temper matches mine! And your boldness and vision, I really admire them! I think we fucking can be good friends!"