Christopher Taylor waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to appear ungracious in front of Lucy Campbell, although he was already a soaked mess without any grace left, he said sternly, "James Brown, do you realize if I hadn't saved you, you would be dead by now."
James found a cigarette on the speedboat, lit it, took a puff, immediately frowned and tossed it, having gotten used to the cigarettes provided by Lucy Campbell, he found other cigarettes uncomfortable now. He glanced at Christopher Taylor and retorted, "Seems like I'm on this speedboat, I don't need your rescue, do I?"
His words instantly infuriated Christopher Taylor, who angrily said, "You... that's my speedboat."
"Really? Is your name on the speedboat's registration?"
"Nonsense, I rented it."
"Then why aren't you on this speedboat but went to that one?"
"You…"
