Chapter 714

The middle-aged man was dressed in a black suit with a centipede pattern. His upturned eyes and hooked nose showed a sinister expression that could easily send chills down anyone's spine. His temples at the side of his head were unnaturally swollen, indicating that he was a martial artist with immense internal energy. The middle-aged man named Terence Bradbery accepted the cup of tea and replied, "Not bad. But it's still far inferior to what I have in my own collection." The usually prideful Edith was not angered even though she was being criticized. "Precisely, Mr. Bradbery! It could hardly compare to what you have in your personal collection! This tea is widely considered to be one of the best amongst common folks, but it's clearly beneath your standards!" "You flatter me, Ms. Stone," Terence replied modestly, even though his expression was that of prideful joy. Suddenly, Alistair opened the door and ran inside the private room; his face was still swollen from the slaps. "Edith,