"Mr. Charles, you may not be aware, but I am here representing the Taylor family." Carter pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of disdain flickering in his gaze.
He regarded Charles as a bumpkin from a backwater place, possessing some talent but lacking the vision to understand the power of the Taylor family in Genosha.
"I know, and so what?" Charles replied nonchalantly.
He had no interest in the Taylor family whatsoever. Accepting their business cards and invitations was merely a matter of courtesy.
"Hmph." Carter scoffed.
A surge of anger had already risen within him, but it was inappropriate to express it in front of so many people. He could only respond with sarcasm, saying, "Charles, there are plenty of high-level blacksmiths in Genosha, so don't get too arrogant!"
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