At that moment, William leaned back slightly in his chair, his calm yet sharp demeanor cutting through the tension that had been building in the VIP room. Then his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, his eyes fixed on James with an intensity that made it clear he had already weighed every angle of this conversation. Finally, his voice broke the silence, low, steady.
"Well," William began, his tone almost casual but with an edge that demanded attention, "I've heard what you've said. I've considered it carefully… and I'll accept your deal."
Hearing what William just said, James's eyes narrowed slightly, cautious optimism flickering in his expression. William could see the flicker of satisfaction there the arrogant kind of satisfaction a man feels when he believes he's just manipulated someone into his game. William, of course, had no intention of letting James control anything, but for now, he played the part perfectly.
