After hearing Steven Anderson's words, the glimmer of hope I had just developed disappeared immediately.
For a moment, I even found myself repulsed with Steven.
"I truly don't understand why people like you always fancy themselves superior," I said, shaking my head.
"All these distinctions of high-low, noble-vile are made by you. We toil all our lives, and in your eyes, we become the butt of your jokes."
"Mr. Morris, honestly, I think the one who is laughable here is you. You treat others as slaves, but that doesn't mean others will respect you."
I looked at Steven squarely, without avoiding his gaze.
Steven's face gradually grew cold.
"Stubborn to the core." Steven said icily.
"I detest your self-perceived spirit of resistance,"
I replied coolly, "And I equally detest your lofty airs."
Our negotiations failed.
This was my second round of negotiations with Steven, and they were still unsuccessful.
