Ryoma's jaw tightens as he stares at the check on the table. Then he lets out a short scoff.
"…One million dollars?"
Jackson leans back comfortably on the sofa, one arm spread along the backrest as if he already owns the room. "That's right."
Ryoma doesn't even look at Nakahara before answering. "Forget it. Kenta's not going anywhere with you."
Reika's eyes shift slightly toward Nakahara, watching for his reaction. The old man stays quiet for the moment, his gaze still resting on the check.
Jackson only smiles faintly. "You sure you should reject an offer that quickly?"
"I said forget it," Ryoma replies, sharper this time. "Take your check and leave."
Nakahara finally speaks. "Kid… you can't decide something like this selfishly."
Ryoma's eyes twitch toward him at once. The irritation already sitting under his skin reacts immediately to that word.
"Selfishly?" he repeats. "What's that supposed to mean?"
