"Bastard, you're dead!"
Susan was about to go crazy from anger. Her face was burning, and she wished she could hide in a hole.
The others present were dumbfounded. They couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Claud's face was filled with disdain, and he sneered, "Ms. White, am I wrong?"
Susan was panting angrily. She pointed at Claud, unable to speak.
Just at that moment...
A lot of men in suits entered the conference room. They were the officials of the Financial Department. The man in the lead was very young, in his early thirties.
It was Miles, the director of the Financial Department.
"What are you doing?"
Miles shouted with a dark face.
Seeing Miles, Susan seemed to have seen the backbone of the team. She shouted aggrievedly, "Mr. Anderson, you have to help me."
"Susan."
Miles hurriedly walked over.