The Abandoned Husband Dominates

“Damn it!”

Jordan realized it was a trap laid by the Camdens to lure him over.

Ryan walked straight towards Jordan and hollered at him.

“Take off the clothes and hat that you’re wearing!”

With a look of bewilderment, Jordan asked, “What do you mean?”

At this moment, Drew, who was grinning, walked over.

“What do you mean? Do you know who he is? He is your boss! He’s Ryan Dunn, the general agent of Ubereats in Orlando!”

Ryan humphed coldly. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll get the manager, Claire, to call you.”

Soon, Claire called Jordan.

“Jordan, what did you do to provoke Mr. Dunn? He has already fired you!”

Jordan sneered, as he didn’t expect his career as a takeout deliverer to end like that.

To be honest, he enjoyed delivering takeout as it allowed him to meet people from all walks of life and train one’s temper and character.

He wanted to end his career as a takeout deliverer perfectly, but that bastard Ryan ruined his plan!

Ryan started hollering at Jordan, “Hurry up and remove your clothes! I have already fired you!”

His clothes, hat, and motorbike all belonged to Ubereats. Since Jordan had been fired, he was no longer qualified to use them.

“Sure.”

With a grim expression, he removed the yellow takeout deliverer’s uniform in front of everyone.

just like a dog!” Drew laughed and leaned

arrogant just now? You even had the guts to hit my son! Try doing that

was Ryan’s employee now and had no choice

off his uniform and tossed it onto the

I heard that your proxy for Ubereats ends this year,

as he asked, “What does

capital to discuss the contract renewal anymore. You will no longer be the general

the owner of Ubereats was. Jordan’s grandfather had rejected his attempt to get acquainted

Jordan, Ryan would vanish in

as the general agent, so he

the proxy agent just because you said so?

the cash

“No matter how much money you fork out, you can’t become the general agent anymore. You can try

Ryan said, “You…”

Old Mrs. Camden suddenly

you good-for-nothing,

then you beat up my grandson. Today, I’m going to punish you by

you dare come

Jordan humphed. “Why not!?!”

glanced at the Marriott Hotel’s

many other

were all distinguished figures in

government officials, mafia bosses, businessmen, and artists

slightest fear in the face of

so in the tiny

advantages

lobby

the entire hotel for Old Mrs. Camden’s birthday banquet, and hence, there were

entered, even the servers avoided

a chair in the middle of the living room. Despite her height