You Have No Choice

Isaac followed the man all the way to the second floor. After knocking on the door, the man said respectfully, "Master." He turned around and glanced at Isaac, "Issac is here." "Come in!" The man pushed the door open, "Please." After Isaac entered the room, the man closed the door. Maxwell was sitting at the tea table and making tea leisurely. Seeing Isaac come in, he glanced at him and filled his tea cup before putting down the teapot. "You're here?" Isaac replied coldly, "How can I not come since you've made much ado?" Maxwell did not care about his sarcastic tone, "You arrived earlier than I thought." "Where are they?" Isaac didn't want to talk nonsense with him. "Don't worry." Maxwell took a sip of tea, "They are very good. Where are the things? Have you brought them all?" Isaac waved the briefcase in his hand, indicating that everything Maxwell wanted was inside. Maxwell smiled with satisfaction and then sighed softly, "How ridiculous it is! I think that men should be indifferent