All eyes in the room turned to William Cole.
Chris Torres reveled in malice in his heart and chuckled as he watched William Cole. "Lord Cole, why aren't you speaking?"
"You're a big shot, surely you're not scared by this small scene?"
William Cole smiled, "Mr. Torres, could there be some misunderstanding?"
"What Lord Cole, what are you talking about?"
"Keep pretending, continue pretending."
Chris Torres wore a gleeful expression, "William Cole, Capital City socialite, chairman of the Northern China Business Association, president of Thirteen Pharmaceuticals, chief of the Left Alliance of the Martial Association."
"Are you still trying to hide these identities?
Lord Cole, we live in an era of the internet. These things can't be hidden if I want to investigate."
William Cole still wore a smile. "Mr. Torres, you've really mistaken me for someone else, I'm merely an ordinary barefoot doctor."
"This Lord Cole you refer to is not me."