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

hollered, “Good-for-nothing! Weren’t you very arrogant just now? You even had the guts

employee now and had no choice

uniform and tossed

that your proxy for Ubereats

stunned for a moment as he asked, “What does that have

“You don’t have to go to the capital to discuss

who the owner of Ubereats was. Jordan’s grandfather had rejected his attempt to get acquainted with the Steeles a few

from Jordan, Ryan

more money as the general agent,

I going to stop being the proxy agent just because you said so? Do you know how close I am to the boss of

I forked over the cash to save him! This time, I’m going to spend

you fork out, you can’t

Ryan said, “You…”

this point, Old Mrs. Camden suddenly spoke

you good-for-nothing,

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

dare

Jordan humphed. “Why not!?!”

at the

many other guests who

were all distinguished figures in

government officials, mafia bosses, businessmen, and artists whose strength

slightest fear in the face

in the tiny

who lose their advantages or power

the lobby of the hotel at a steady

Camden’s birthday banquet, and hence, there were no outsiders

entered, even the

middle of the living room. Despite her height of 1.6 meters, she