Chased Out:
Author: Lonely Wolf
last update2023-09-30 08:07:41

Leonard sneered with a ruthless look on his face. "Pull down this whole place you say? I haven't seen someone who comes to plead with another using a threatening tone."

"You…" Herman went red with anger. Leonard was definitely getting out of control just because he finally had him in his hands.

"Leonard, stop talking to uncle Herman in that manner. He's an elder."

Leonard looked at them with a calm expression and said coldly. "Leave before I ask the security to chase you out!"

Herman pointed furiously at him with his finger. " You will regret this Leonard!"

With that, he stomped off angrily with Trisha walking behind.

"Did I ask you to leave?!"

Trisha stopped abruptly in her steps and spun around.

Leonard thrusted his hands into his pockets and walked towards her. "I never told you to leave. You slapped my receptionist and you think you can leave just like that. You have to apologize to her for your unruly behavior. Ashley!"

Ashley was stunned and she slowly took steps toward
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