The Princess and the Paupers
Chapter 245
Chapter 245
The two security guards standing at the door immediately approached and grabbed Attlee’s hand. “What are you up to?” “Please escort this gentleman out,” the receptionist stammered, her face pale with fear.
“Let go of me. I need to see Mr. Collins. I have something to say.”
The two guards grabbed his arms and shoved him out the door, barring him from re–entering the company.
Through the towering glass door, Attlee saw a few receptionists comforting the girl, who was still pale from fright.
Innocent, speechless, and helpless, Attlee pleaded, “Guys, I mean no harm. Have you heard of Murphy Fashion? I’m the CEO. Here’s my business card.”
He pulled out his business card, but the guards didn’t even spare him a glance, completely ignoring him.
Attlee tried to move forward, but the two guards immediately blocked him. “What are you trying to do? Get embarrassed again?”
in his life. If not for the company’s crisis, he wouldn’t be wasting his time here with
business matters to discuss
and down, his clothes in disarray, his demeanor downcast. He did not look like
private elevator door
at the time. It was six in the afternoon; his sister should
to step out of the building,
from Murphy Fashion. You should know
to approach him,
the guards, Attlee could only yell, “I don’t know how I have offended you. If it’s about the Maestro Melody incident, I’m sorry. I’ll pay the compensation by midnight!
Collins was
a break. To be honest, our company is in deep trouble,
maestro was from our company. Can
Collins was speechless.
was this man talking about? He didn’t
About The Princess and the Paupers - Chapter 245
The Princess and the Paupers is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter 245 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 245 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com