"Security! Throw him out!"
Alfred Helin immediately called the security guards over.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm the Deputy Manager! Let me go! I can walk on my own!"
Scott Smith, whose hands were restrained, shouted loudly.
"You filthy scum, let go of me! Do you hear me?"
"Get off me!"
Scott Smith was escorted out of the conference room, his voice gradually fading away. The rest of the people in the conference room also fell silent, not wanting to provoke Alfred Helin's wrath at this moment.
"Well, didn't you say that you didn't sleep last night?"
Joshua Palmer stood up with a smile and clapped his hands.
"If there's nothing else, let's call it a day! Everyone, go back and have a good rest."
As if nothing had happened just now, Joshua Palmer'sexpression was as calm as ever.
"That's right... If there's nothing else, let's call it a day!"