Little Arthur Hudson's first birthday party.
"Hey Adam, why are you putting a game console at a birthday party?"
"The Thompson Family put a gold bar there, why can't I put a game console?"
Confronted by Harper Gibson's question, Adam Ross shrugged.
Hearing Adam's words, James Thompson pursed his lips.
"If he grabs the gold bar, the little guy might enter the business world, unlike some people who grabbed…"
Adam immediately reacted like a cat whose tail got stepped on and lunged forward, trying to cover James's mouth, but the latter dodged just in time.
"How did you know?" Adam glared at James.
"I used to often have tea and play chess with Mr. Ross," James replied with a smile.
"No way, Adam, are you and James that close? Plus… what did you grab as a kid?" Harper Gibson leaned in with a gossiping grin, nudging Adam with his elbow.
"Get lost, it's none of your business," Adam rolled his eyes at Harper.
