NovelAppChapter 245 The two security guards standing at the door immediately approached and grabbed Attlee’s hand. “What are you up to?” “Please escort this gentleman out,” the receptionist stammered, her face pale with fear.
“Let go of me. | need to see Mr. Collins. | have something to say.” The two guards grabbed his arms and shoved him out the door, barring him from re-entering the company.
Through the towering glass door, Attlee saw a few receptionists comforting the girl, who was still pale from fright.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInnocent, speechless, and helpless, Attlee pleaded, “Guys, | mean no harm. Have you heard of Murphy Fashion? I'm the CEO.
Here's my business card.” He pulled out his business card, but the guards didn’t even spare him a glance, completely ignoring him.
Attlee tried to move forward, but the two guards immediately blocked him. “What are you trying to do? Get embarrassed again?” Attlee had never been so humble in his life. If not for the company’s crisis, he wouldn't be wasting his time here with two security guards.
“Guys, let me pass. | really have business matters to discuss with your CEO.” The guards eyed him up and down, his clothes in disarray, his demeanor downcast. He did not look like a client of their CEO! Just then, the CEO's private elevator door opened.
Hans Collins stepped out, glancing at the time. It was six in the afternoon; his sister should be home by now, right? Just as he was about to step out of the building, he heard someone calling him.
“Mr. Collins, I'm Attlee from Murphy Fashion. You should know me, right?” Attlee finally saw his target and tried to approach him, but was blocked by the two guards.
“Let me go, let go.” Unable to break free from the guards, Attlee could only yell, “| don’t know how | have offended you. If it's about the Maestro Melody incident, I'm sorry. I'll pay the compensation by midnight! We've already apologized to her!” Hans Collins was confused.
“Can you give us a chance? Give us a break. To be honest, our company is in deep trouble, and with what you had your people do, our company is barely hanging on!” “Mr. Collins, you must love the maestro’s piano pieces, right? You should know that the maestro was from our company. Can you be magnanimous and forgive us this once? Can we move on?” Hans Collins was speechless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat the hell was this man talking about? He didn’t understand a word.
Just then, Julian pulled up in front of Hans Collins and opened the door for him.
Hans Collins got into the car, completely ignoring Attlee behind him.
“Mr. Collins, please wait. Give me a chance. | promise | won't make the same mistake.” Before Attlee could finish, he was choked by the car's exhaust fumes.
The two security guards looked at him as if they were looking at a homeless dog who had lost its home.
“What are you looking at? Do you even have the right to gawk at the misfortunes of Tranquil City’s richest man?” “Do you have a death wish?” “Heh, what are you up to? Dare to hit me? ” From the rear—view mirror, the driver, Julian, saw Attlee being beaten up by the two guards and thrown out of the door. He asked in confusion, “Boss, what happened?” “I don’t know,” Hans Collins replied, looking straight ahead and sitting upright. He didn’t take this little incident seriously, thinking that Attlee had mistaken him for someone else. He just wanted to go home and see his sister.
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