The two of them kept their attention on Harold. They couldn't be bothered with Kayden.

At the front desk, Harold stopped in his tracks. He asked the receptionist confusedly, “Are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be referring to? You're acting so suspicious. What are you here for?”

The beautiful receptionist regarded Harold with contempt.

“I have some business with the chairman, Mr. Philip Larson. Is he inside?”

Harold didn't know Philip's phone number and was unsure if he was in the office then. It was good that there was someone he could ask.

“Have you made an appointment to meet him?”

Hearing that he was there to see Philip, and to call him by name no less, the receptionist sized Harold up.

He looked like a fine man, but he dressed like an ordinary worker. He wasn't a big shot.

Furthermore, he even had his Galaxy Media employee card hung around his neck.

Seeing that, the corners of the receptionist's lips curved into a cold smile.

She knew from Harold's appearance that he was just a salesman from a small company trying to get in to make a pitch.

“If you want to meet anyone ranked higher than our supervisors, you need to have made a prior appointment. Do you have one?” she asked impatiently.

“Appointment? I don't need an appointment to meet him. Call him right now! Say that Harold Campbell is here to see him, and he is to come to meet me!”

Seeing the receptionist's arrogant attitude, he couldn't be bothered to go back and forth with her.

“Pfft! You even want him to come down to meet you? You think you're so important, huh? Who are you? The richest man in Chanaea? Or the richest man in the world?” she said mockingly.

She was so angry that she could laugh.

“Richest man in the world? What are you on about? I don't have time to waste bickering with you here. Get out of my way, or you won't have to come to work tomorrow!”

Sensing that the woman didn't have any intention of letting him pass, Harold grew impatient. He wanted to barge in.

“Hey! How impolite can you get? Sorry, but since you don't have an appointment, just scram! Don't blame me for being nasty if you don't!”

Immediately after saying that, the receptionist took out a bottle of pepper spray from behind her and aimed it at his eyes.

Harold's instincts kicked in when he was faced with danger. With one hand, he knocked the spray bottle out of her hands.
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