I Delivered Food While Billionaires Waited for Me

Chapter 002

Colton's expression became somewhat unnatural, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Seeing Colton, dressed as a poor delivery guy, Marry pointed to the door, saying, "Get out now. We don't allow delivery guys to come in."

"I'm not delivering food," Colton explained.

Marry lifted her bangs, crossed her arms, and said coldly, "I've heard that line many times. Everyone who comes in says they're not delivering food. Is that interesting?"

"I really am not. I'm here to see Oscar Mill."

Colton felt a bit annoyed and was about to push his way in.

"Damn! Are you stupid? Didn't you hear what I said?!"

Marry was angry, witnessing a delivery guy who, when told not to enter, insisted on barging in.

At this moment, a department manager of the company, Robert, heard the commotion and walked out, his face looking unpleasant. "What's going on?"

"Manager Robert, this idiot delivering food is forcing his way into our company!" Marry pointed at Colton, saying with disgust, "I'll have security kick him out immediately!"

Manager Robert frowned, scrutinized Colton, and said sternly, "Our company doesn't allow food deliveries. Please leave."

While Manager Robert was somewhat polite, his tone and attitude were not great.

After all, he was the department manager of a Fortune Global 500 company. Speaking to a delivery guy like this was already quite courteous.

Seeing Colton still lingering, Marry, eager to show off, stepped forward and pointed at Colton's nose, saying, "Did you hear? Get out!"

Colton was displeased. Was this woman explosive, or was it that time of the month?

Did she not know that this company was his own family's?

A watchdog barking at its owner?

Seeking death!

"I said I'm not delivering food. I'm here to see Oscar Mill," Colton said coldly.

Oscar Mill?

Manager Robert was taken aback, then looked at Colton with surprise before bursting into laughter. "You're looking for our chairman?"

"Is Oscar Mill your chairman?" Colton was taken aback.

The old guy used to be a secretary, right? How did he sneakily become the chairman?

No wonder he dared to negotiate conditions with him.

No, when he sees him, he must not yield!

Manager Robert sneered and said, "You don't even know that Oscar is our chairman? Are you here for an appointment?"

"Manager, don't joke. An idiot like him needs an appointment?" Marry mocked, disdain evident in her upturned mouth.

"Alright, alright, Marry, call security over," Manager Robert said impatiently, waving his hand.

"Yes, Manager." Marry obediently replied, then hurriedly picked up the front desk phone, ready to call the security department.

Meanwhile, Manager Robert also prepared to leave.

Suddenly!

An unpleasant voice sounded at the front desk.

"Oscar Mill, you hurry down. I was stopped by your front desk. If I don't see you in three minutes, I'm leaving."

Turning towards the source, they saw Colton just hanging up the phone, looking lazy, observing the company's surroundings.

Marry's scornful laughter became even more exaggerated. She cursed, "Idiot! He's acting now. Deserves to deliver food!"

Saying that, she didn't hurry to call the security but discreetly took a photo of Colton and posted it on her social media with the caption: "Disgusting! Encountered an idiot delivering food. Was about to have security throw him out…"

On the other hand, Manager Robert, noticing the commotion, also ran over, smiling obsequiously. "Chairman, how did you come here?"

As he spoke, he saw Colton and hadn't yet realized that the atmosphere wasn't right. Immediately blushing, he frowned and said, "Why are you still here? Didn't we say that delivery guys aren't allowed? Hurry out!"

Just as he finished speaking, he sensed a substantial and cold gaze fixed on him.

Ah, idiots abound every year, especially today.

"Stop!" Oscar Mill's anger surged, rebuking, "He is the young master of our company, the future chairman. How dare you be so disrespectful!"

Young... Master?

Based on what? A delivery guy like him, what kind of young master?

Marry was dumbfounded, irritatedly saying, "Chairman, are you mistaken? This loser is the young master of the company?"

"No mistake." Oscar Mill coldly replied. He felt a bit dissatisfied with Marry's attitude.

What's with this tone and attitude?

Is this how you talk to the chairman?

In an instant, Marry realized her mistake and immediately bowed, apologizing, "Chairman, I'm sorry, I..."

The earlier Manager Robert, who had come over, also ran over at this point, with an ingratiating smile. "Chairman, why did you come here?"

As he spoke, he noticed Colton and hadn't yet realized that the atmosphere was wrong. Immediately blushing, he frowned and said, "Why are you still here? Didn't we say that delivery guys aren't allowed? Hurry out!"

He had just finished speaking when he sensed a substantial and cold gaze fixed on him.

Ah, idiots abound every year, especially today.

"Shut up!" Oscar Mill's anger flared up, rebuking, "He is the young master of our company, and both of you are fired!"

At this moment, Colton shook his head helplessly and said, "You guys, dog eyes can't see the high-quality goods. It's a sin."

"Young Master, please." Oscar Mill half-bowed, gesturing.

This scene indeed frightened Manager Robert and Marry.

Young master?

Is he really the young master?!

Watching Colton and the chairman preparing to leave, Manager Robert immediately rushed over, wearing a smile and pleading, "Young Master, it was my mistake. Please spare me this time."

He could tell that the chairman held this young man in high regard.

Tenler Group was ranked seventh in the Fortune Global 500, and the chairman was a billionaire!

Such a big shot calling the young man in front of him the young master meant he was indeed the young master.

Marry Whitmore also hurried over, offering a conciliatory apology with a flattering face, "Young Master, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."

Colton just glanced at Oscar Mill with a slight disdain, and the latter immediately pointed to the security guards, "What are you waiting for? Throw these two out! From today, they are not allowed to set foot in our company!"

"Young Master, Young Master, we were wrong. Please spare us..." Manager Robert and Marry Whitmore were directly escorted out by the security guards.

In the chairman's office.

Colton sat on the leather sofa, and Oscar Mill respectfully stood on the side, hands folded in front.

"Oscar, you're living the good life. A COLOMBOSTILE ostrich leather sofa, very tasteful."

Colton praised, patting the sofa under him.

Oscar stood on the side, looking very respectful, saying, "Young Master, please don't tease this old man. As long as you sign on this document, all of this belongs to you."

As he finished speaking, behind him, a tall and slender secretary in a black dress with fair skin, long legs, and a well-endowed chest handed over a document.

Colton looked at it with a touch of annoyance, "You know I have no intention of inheriting my father's fortune. I'm here today to borrow a hundred thousand from you."

Oscar Mill tactfully smiled, "No borrowing."

"Old man, say that again!" Colton was furious, standing up.

Oscar Mill repeated, "No borrowing."

However, with a face full of wrinkles, he followed up with a smile, tempting, "Young Master, as long as you sign, not just a hundred thousand, ten billion, even a hundred billion, it's all yours."

"No borrowing means no borrowing! If I sign today, I won't be surnamed Colton anymore!" Colton said angrily.

Five minutes later.

"Congratulations, Young Master. You have officially inherited all the assets and wealth of the Brown family. Here's your hundred thousand."

Sweet!

Oscar Mill looked at the signed document and couldn't contain his joy.

At the same time, the secretary beside him brought a briefcase, opened it, and there it was, a neat stack of a hundred thousand!

"Oscar, you're being extravagant. Using such a big case for a hundred thousand, someone might think it's a million." Colton said, picking up a plastic bag next to him and stuffing the money in, "I'm leaving now."

"Young Master, take care. Do you need me to arrange for a car to take you?" Oscar Mill respectfully asked.

"No need. I came on my electric bike." Colton said, walking out with the plastic bag in hand.

Back at the hospital, he hurried to the ward. He happened to see Leyla Anderson talking with Andrew Cooper, standing very close, chatting and laughing.

Colton frowned, clenching his fists slightly.

"Where were you, Colton?" Leyla asked coldly as soon as she saw him.

This guy, at a time like this, still had the mind to go out. He didn't care about his daughter at all.

Leyla's eyes expressed disappointment in Colton.

Andrew Cooper, sitting on the side, smirked, "Colton, did you go to borrow money? It's okay; I'll cover the medical expenses. After all, Little Grain calls me Uncle."

"I can afford my daughter's medical expenses myself. No need for your concern." Colton walked in, his expression cold.

"Colton, what's with this attitude? How can you talk to Brother Andrew like that? Apologize." Leyla immediately accused, and she knew very well what her husband was like. How could he show such a disrespectful face to someone who kindly offered to cover the medical expenses?

Andrew Cooper, pretending to be caring, said, "Leyla, don't be angry. Colton might not have borrowed any money. Maybe he's in a bad mood."

Leyla glared at Colton, feeling even more contemptuous of him.

Andrew Cooper smoothly consoled, "Leyla, don't be angry. Colton may not have borrowed any money. Perhaps he's just in a bad mood."

Leyla glared at Colton, feeling even more contempt for him.

Little Leyla?

He actually called her by her nickname so affectionately!

Leyla, oh Leyla, I'm your husband after all. Don't you have any sense of shame?!