Greyson sneered contemptuously. “Hey, think about it. You’re a married man, so I’d advise you not to mess around and not to nurse any illicit passion for other women! If that shrew wife of yours knows about it, she will not spare you!”
Jacob was incensed by his ridicule that he blurted, “Hey, Greyson Tate, what the heck are you talking about?! I don’t mess around, and I definitely don’t nurse any illicit passion for anyone! Don’t you dare make oblique accusations just because you have some dirty money in your pockets! Don’t bring the old soldier with me, I’m not buying it!”
Matilda felt extremely awkward with the ridiculous exchanges and she started to growl, “Could you guys shut up, please? What did I just say earlier? We’re here today for the reunion, not to watch you fight like rabid dogs! If you guys still behave like this, I’ll leave then!”
Jacob whined innocently, “Matilda, you heard him, it’s this old fart who’s fanning the flames!”
Greyson was a renowned businessman in Hong Kong who was used to being flattered. He was agitated when Jacob referred to him as an old fart, so he slapped the table, stood up, and shouted, “Hey, Jacob, who the hell are you calling an old fart?”
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