Betty saw Banner curled up into a ball and quickly grabbed General Ross's hand.
"Dad! Don't scare him."
"Hmph! Come with me! I hate Tony Stark too, but at least he has money and is more successful. You should spend more time around successful people, not lab trash like this."
Seeing Banner's timid, submissive manner, General Ross felt like throwing a punch.
This man did not have an ounce of fighting spirit. Even if he jumped up and argued back, that would be better than shrinking into a ball!
Look at Tony Stark. Even when surrounded by Ross's troops and facing all those guns, he still said whatever came to mind.
Even though he always said things no one wanted to hear, making Ross want to hose him down with a flamethrower, compared to Banner, the general still thought Tony was more of a man.
"Don't talk about him like that! Banner is very capable. He just hasn't turned his talent into profit yet, right?" Betty glared at her father like a mother cat protecting her cub, then softly comforted Banner, hoping he would not take it to heart.
But the subject of monetizing research results cut even deeper for Banner right now. He could only smile bitterly and nod.
Betty did not know why he seemed so dispirited, but she still pushed her father out. Turning back, she said to Banner, "Believe in yourself. You can do it. Keep going."
Watching Betty and the general leave, Banner's heart ached at the thought of his girlfriend dressing up beautifully to have dinner with a so-called successful person.
But there was nothing he could do. Aside from sniffing, he could only keep working.
One day, Betty would know he was right. At most, it would take ten years. He would definitely