2023-09-22 04:29:32Now that Cordelia was so proud of her job,then he'd be very like to show her who's the boss.
Amanda smiled behind the phone.
" Sure, Mr Leonard. That would just cost a very little part of your money."
Leonard smiled brightly.
"Good. Purchase it for me right now."
" Yes,Mr Leonard. I will get the paperwork ready."
Leonard dropped his phone into his pocket, he stared at the house once more with a smirk on his face and walked away.
"I told you, you would regret it!"
The game started now...
The next morning.
The ringing of a phone woke Leonard up with a start.
Staring at the screen, it was Amanda.
"Hello?" Came her soft voice over the phone.
"Hi, Amanda, good morning."
"Good morning Mr Leonard, the purchase of Miles Corporation PLC has been finalized, you are now the new boss."
Leonard smiled darkly.
" Good. I will be there soon."
After leaving his hotel room, Leonard took a taxi and went directly to Miles Corporation.
As the most high-end commercial office building in New York City, the company building has a total of 68 floors.
At this time, the open-air parking lot of Miles Corporation was full of all kinds of luxury cars.
All the staff who entered and exited the company building were in suits and leather shoes, looking like successful people.
Only Leonard, wearing simple clothes, stood at the door looking like a beggar.
"Excuse me, what's your business here?!" The security guard stopped him from going further.
As soon as Leonard walked into the gates of Miles Corporation, the security guard at the door frowned and shouted, with a very disdainful expression on his face.
"I am here to meet the president," Leonard replied lightly.
The security guard raised a brow at him.
"You're here to see the president? Like this?" The security guard sneered irritated, staring at his clothes.
"Please leave or I will be forced to chase you out."
" I can't leave until I see the president," Leonard said coldly.
"Really?" The security guard said, holding out his baton.
"Oh,Leonard! It's you again?!" Someone cried out in surprise.
Leonard turned around and saw Cordelia walking out of the company with a man beside her.
He recognized him as the man who always dropped her off at home, he remembered her talking about how he chased after her in the office.
" You know this man?" The man beside her asked, jealousy evident in his voice.
Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"Of course I do, Ronald. This is my useless ex brother-in-law. A pathetic trash! Leonard, what the hell are you doing here?"
Leonard opened his mouth slightly to reply but the security guard beat him to it.
"He asked to see the president."
Cordelia giggled before bursting into laughter.
"You… you want to see the president? Who the hell do you think you are?" Cordelia sneered. " You must be here to apply to be the cleaner." She looked up at Ronald,:"Darling, What do you say?"
Ronald crossed his arms. He was the director of the HR department. The stern look on his face turned into one of amusement.
"You want to be the cleaner? No problem!" He paused,"Just lick my shoes with your tongue! If you make them clean,I'll be convinced that you fit the job."
He patted Cordelia's ass and kissed her on the cheek,glancing at Leonard with contempt.
"Hahaha, you're a genius,baby! Leonard,do as what Ronald said and you'll get a chance,or..." Cordelia snickered.
"You sure you want your boss to lick your shoes?"
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Leonard:
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Claire’s Visit:
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Agnes’ Vow:
The corridor was dimly lit, a long stretch of polished marble that reflected the morning light peeking through ornate windows. Marcus Hades stood at the end of the hall, watching as the representative for the Australian family sipped from a crystal glass and looked through a painting on the wall. He moved with the kind of careless entitlement Marcus had seen far too often, men who thought money and foreign power gave them the right to anything. He approached silently, his shoes barely making a sound. "You spoke with my sister.” Marcus began, his voice low but firm. The man turned slowly, offering a measured smile. "We exchanged pleasantries. She’s quite charming." Marcus tilted his head, a polite mask concealing the fire behind his eyes. "Let’s make one thing clear: she’s not damaged goods. If your people think they can treat her like a problem to fix or hide, we’ll walk. This alliance ends." The man chuckled lightly, almost with pity. "It’s not your decision anymore, Mr. Hades.
The Family Dilemma:
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