Chapter 272: Chance Encounter_2

Now it seemed that he had been wrong, this sharp-tongued woman was not just anybody.

"Ms. Miller, what is your profession?"

"I'm a lawyer."

Heinz Bock "..."

He shot the hotel manager, Aly Pierce, a look wishing he could slap him several times.

You try to play mind games with a lawyer! Truly TM, what a talent!

What a waste of talent to be a hotel manager.

Aly Pierce had a face as bitter as a bitter melon, and he wanted to cry.

What kind of trouble is this?

An unreasonable jerk from the LAPD.

A reasonable jerk lawyer.

Why do I have to meet both?

Why am I so unlucky?

Heinz Bock said in a cold voice, "Pierce, you go out first."

"Okay, President," Aly Pierce nodded to the three people and then left the office.

The moment the door closed, he suddenly felt a chill rise up.

Something's wrong.

Seeing the situation escalating, surely someone had to take the fall.

Would he be the one pushed out to take the blame?

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