Jacob Smith's mouth moved a bit before he finally managed to say, "Charles Seymour, you're still as annoying as ever."
Charles Seymour picked up the cup of tea that the maid had just brought and took a leisurely sip before saying, "You too."
Jacob Smith's forehead throbbed, this guy... really needs a beating.
If he could beat Charles Seymour, he would have done it ages ago!
This thought flashed through Jacob Smith's mind, causing him to feel a faint pain.
It's not that they haven't fought, quite the opposite, they've fought many times. The outcome each time... humph, he'd rather not remember.
"Sophie personally cooked for me!" Jacob Smith boasted.
Charles Seymour glared at him.
Jacob Smith became even more smug: "Ah, Sophie is just so good to me."
"Of course," Charles Seymour said, "She has always been sympathetic to the weak."
"Who's weak?" Jacob Smith slammed the armrest and glared angrily at Charles Seymour.
