Archibald's eyes widened. "May I ask your surname, sir?" He stepped forward, standing right in front of Charles, his tone hostile.
Charles gave him a glance but completely ignored the question.
"Uh, this is my good friend, Mr. Charles Cadogan. He's a well-known professor at LSE," Ali Ahmed hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
"A university professor?" Archibald let out a sneer. "No wonder he talks so arrogantly and acts so full of himself!"
Charles shot him a furious glare.
Archibald smiled back at him with a mocking,眯-eyed stare.
Ali Ahmed swallowed hard. "We're all friends here, our own people!" Seeing the situation turning sour, he was starting to regret it—why on earth did he bring Charles Cadogan along? He was just asking for trouble.
"You want to know the answer? Fine, I'll tell you!" Charles stared straight at Archibald, his eyes colder than ice. "That stack of photos? I'm the one who gave them."
