"Hey, buddy, I know you." The man snapping his fingers spoke in front of Henry. Talking was not enough for him; he even reached out and took off Henry's sunglasses, making sure of this "bodyguard's" appearance.
Treated so rudely, Henry naturally had to get a good look at who had come.
Though he did not know the man's name, Henry recognized him as the college student in Caltech's library lounge who had rudely tested him with questions.
...Well, maybe he was a master's or doctoral student. Who knew? They did not wear name tags.
Thinking back to the scene then, anyone who could stand face-to-face with Tony Stark and go toe-to-toe with him could not be some nobody.
Back then, they had been unrelated passersby, so Henry had bluntly thrown the man's words right back in his face.
But now that these enemies had crossed paths again, he was an employee at the banquet. Naturally, he could not behave rudely toward an invited guest. Henry still had that much professional ethics.
So he could only play dumb. "What can I do for you, sir?"
With women on both arms, Justin Hammer continued snapping his fingers at Henry with his free hand. "Hey, buddy, don't pretend you don't know me. I remember you, and I remember you very clearly.
"Aren't you amazing? Any question, as long as you take one look at it, anyone with a brain can solve it. So why are you standing here today? Oh~, I get it. You're short on money, right? What other possibility could there be?"
Fuck, was this brother-whatever-his-name actually proud of holding a grudge? Why else would he emphasize that he remembered so clearly?
Henry kept his inner monologue well restrained and did not say it aloud. He merely tried to look elsewhere,