Chapter 22 A Nasty Disease

Ben said tonelessly as if they were talking about some routine, with a calm expression shining in his eyes. Scott also looked at him impassively and then said with a smile, “Mr. Crawford, what do you think?” It was just a calm rhetorical question with obviously defiant implication. Instead of getting angry, Ben smiled, but there was no delight in his eyes. His expression was terrifying. Hearing the conversation of the two intelligent men, Claudia felt she was the cannon fodder in this silent battle. She was afraid of being injured accidentally, so she immediately get rid of Scott’s arms, nodded politely, and obediently walked to Ben. He looked at her with clear and bright eyes. She was docile like a little rabbit, and it was difficult to be annoyed. “Just go in!” Ben only told her that coldly. Claudia nodded and walked away quickly. Just as she left, Scott’s face immediately clouded, “Mr. Crawford. I think you have a fetish to pick up leftovers? This is an old habit for you, is