James immediately got up to soften Russell up.
"Mr. McGraw, you are finally here. Please take a seat."
Russell furrowed his brows and asked in a deep and low voice without any trace of politeness, "Are you saying that I came too slowly?"
"Of course not! My restaurant is already honored by your presence. How could I complain about you?"
James gently smacked his lips and smiled apologetically, "I said the wrong thing. Mr. McGraw, don't mind it."
Russell looked at him and was barely satisfied with his attitude.
James was not stupid. He quickly sensed the hostility Russell had toward him. The moment Russell came in, he immediately went against James. It was clear that Russell was trying to show off his strength and threaten him.
After all, James had to ask Russell a favor. With a smile on his face, he bowed and invited Russell to his seat. He attentively poured wine for Russell.