Stephen Wilson entered Benjamin Walton's company without any courtesy, sat down in a chair, and smiled at Benjamin Walton behind the desk.
"Mr. Wilson, why are you here again?" Benjamin Walton asked with a slight frown, his tone edged with impatience that Stephen Wilson didn't miss.
Stephen Wilson knew Benjamin didn't like him, but he didn't care, and cheerfully said, "Aren't I a bit short on cash lately, so I came to ask for President Walton's help."
Hearing this, Benjamin's face darkened: "Mr. Wilson, I thought the matter between us was already settled last time."
"Settled?" At that, Stephen laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke, staring at Benjamin, "President Walton, are you kidding? You think you can brush me off with that little money for something like this? Do you think I'm a beggar?"
Benjamin frowned deeply, staring unhappily at Stephen, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want, Mr. Wilson?"
