"It's time to uphold the reputation of our Chinese technology on the international stage!"
Quentin Parker swirled the red wine glass in his hand, intently watching Kenneth Osborne.
After a while, he shifted his gaze expressionlessly and said coolly, "You look very familiar, yet I can't recall who you resemble. But I'm sure that if this person were in your position, they'd make the same choice."
Lawrence Winters listened curiously, resting her chin on her right hand, blinking her big eyes, and asked, "Mr. Parker, how can you not remember who it is, but know what they would do? That's so strange."
Quentin Parker's charming eyes flickered lightly, saying, "I find it strange too. Maybe it's because I had a serious illness a few years ago that damaged the brainstem cells, and I haven't fully recovered."
He curled his finger and tapped his head lightly.
Lawrence Winters suddenly remembered Ian Lothrop once saying Quentin Parker had issues with his brain...
