Boris withdrew the silver needle in his hand and regarded Jared glacially.
“What does a young man like you know? How dare you doubt Mr. Yonce’s diagnosis? If you think you’re that amazing, instead of making those sarcastic remarks, why don’t you move forward to show how much of an expert you are?” Galen spat contemptuously.
“Galen, I’m sure Mr. Chance has his reason for saying that. I know you’ve plotted with Boris to scam people. You’re a bunch of swindlers. Yet you’re calling yourselves masters?” Theodore snapped at him.
Hearing those harsh remarks, Galen could not help but turn grim as he felt a chill down his spine. Meanwhile, Boris was not faring any better. The word “swindlers” was a crushing blow in his face.
He had decided to collaborate with Galen as he thought nothing would go wrong with the scam that time around. Yet, at that point, he feared that his reputation would plummet since Jared had exposed him on the spot.
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