Leaving the Army Officer's Club, Sean pulled open the car door and got into a black Lincoln that had been parked there for some time. Harry, who had been waiting for over an hour, kept yawning, looking bored and sleepy.
"You finally came out. If I'd waited any longer, I might've fallen asleep." Harry draped an arm over his friend's shoulder. "I really admire how you managed to talk to such a stern old man for so long."
Sean smiled faintly and loosened his slightly too-tight tie. That army general, as imposing as a lion, was not someone who could be casually fooled. He was experienced and sharp-eyed; ordinary people would tremble just speaking to him. For Osborn to want to negotiate with such a figure on equal terms was nothing but wishful thinking.
Only by offering enough benefits to satisfy General Ross's appetite would he stand in front of Osborn, temporarily serving as a towering tree shielding them from the wind and rain.
"As the man at the helm of Osborn, I thought you'd go in with me." Sean leaned back in his seat as the driver started the car and the scenery on both sides slowly drifted backward.
Harry clutched his head as though he had not recovered from a hangover, then said with a grin, "You can handle this sort of thing. General Ross never liked dealing with rich young masters like me. He appreciates the new generation of young geniuses in New York more."
Sean could not help laughing and shook his head slightly. Ever since Harry had suffered that devastating emotional blow, he seemed to have lost all enthusiasm for work and returned to his old life of decadence and excess. He even appeared to be following in Tony Stark's footsteps.
Perhaps Harry wanted to