C495 Golden Hall

"I don't want to talk to you," Oscar Ramsey said, holding back his temper to save face in front of the crowd.

"No problem if you're not up for a chat. How about a drink instead, Young Master Ramsey?" Lloyd Walker offered, picking up a glass of red wine and approaching with a smile. "Please, after you."

"You're not fit to drink with me," Oscar Ramsey retorted icily, his voice seething with rage