"Recognize you as my master?"
Stark jumped up, a look of fury on his face, flames of anger in his eyes, "William Cole, do you have any idea what you're saying?"
"Even though you saved my life, but with my worth, you say you want to be my master?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
"Am I, Stark, the kind of person who just casually acknowledges someone as their master?"
Stark shook his head in amusement, an expression of indifference on his face: "You saved me, I can give you a billion dollars in cash, and as for the Chinese herbal prescription you mentioned, no problem."
"I can give you another billion dollars, but as for becoming my master, you better forget about it."
The moment Stark's demeanor changed, as a mining tycoon, he naturally had his own pride.
Suddenly accepting a young man with no background and no strength as his master?
If those people in his circle found out, they'd laugh him to death.