Harvey’s words were simple and straightforward.

He didn’t care for Brennan, much less Mordu’s well-known Leonard Bray.

“What did you just say?”

Brennan, who was crossing his legs on the couch nonchalantly as he waited for Harvey to kneel, froze. He wondered if he had heard wrong.

Countless wealthy young masters would usually wail and scream to be accepted by him, though Brennan never cared for them.

He gave this kid a chance for his junior’s sake, and yet this kid promptly rejected his offe