<h4>Chapter 342: 342. Rude dog that likes to barge in_1</h4>


    At that, the person breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing hispanion refer to Harry Hall.


    It was just awyer, after all, still dependent on the charity of wealthy businessmen like him for his livelihood. If he made him unhappy, he could shut down hisw firm any time. He didn’t know why he had let this man intimidate him a moment ago.


    Mr. Wood cursed inwardly with a "ptui" and looked directly into Harry Hall’s unheated gaze, then turned to the club manager apanying Harry and said,


    "Manager Green, is this how your club greets its guests? Allowing any riffraff in, you’ve ruined my drinking pleasure. Can you afford to offend me?"


    Manager Green just stood by with a smile on his face, but inwardly he cursed, "Idiot!"


    This club was frequented by people of the highest status, and here was this bumpkin who thought he was someone just because he had a little money, yet he had the audacity to strut around as if he was something special.


    Seeing that the club manager only smiled and said nothing, Mr. Wood was about to curse out loud when hispanion stopped him.


    "Old Mr. Wood, let me introduce you, this is Lawyer Hall, you..."


    "Who wants to know him, just a rude dog that likes to barge in; he’s not worthy of your fawning."


    Harry Hall’s expression didn’t change; he even treated Mr. Wood as if he were invisible and approached Helen Melendy, as though no one else were there, and asked, "What are you doing here?"


    Helen Melendy had always been resistant to Harry Hall, only having had more contact with him because of Elly Campbell’s divorce case.


    Remembering why she was there, Helen instinctively didn’t want Harry Hall to know the embarrassing situation she was in and coldly replied, "None of your damn business."


    Harry Hall wasn’t angry either, justughed offhandedly, which inexplicably made several people standing beside him shudder.


    Mr. Wood, who was unaware of Harry Hall’s identity, remained arrogant because he saw Harry just as an insignificantwyer, without the slightest hint of restraint.


    Mr. Wood’spanions, however, were inwardly groaning. Although they had some money, they could only show off in their own circles. To really squeeze into the upper echelons of society was a whole different story.


    It was clear that Old Mr. Wood mistook Harry for a run-of-the-millwyer, thinking that having a bit of money made him invincible, a real frog in a well.


    It was their bad luck to havee with him that day, especially to bump into Harry Hall.


    In Boston, they knew well those they couldn’t afford to offend, and the Hall Family was most definitely one of those.


    The circle that Harry Hall belonged to was one they would knock their brains out trying to get into. Yet Old Mr. Wood, like a piece of rat poop, had spoiled everything.


    The few people silently cursed Mr. Wood in their hearts but didn’t foolishly speak up again. After all, the other party didn’t care to curry favor with them, so why should they bother?


    Mr. Wood, seeing hispanions quiet, thought they were intimidated by his presence and was secretly pleased with himself.


    Thinking this way, Mr. Wood’s gaze shifted provocatively in the direction of Harry Hall, but realized the other man hadn’t nced at him at all, but was just casually picking up various bottles of liquor from the table and leisurely mixing them into his ss.


    He shook the ss gently, looked at the colors slowly blending together in the ss, and suddenly sighed softly, "It’s getting chilly..."