Chapter 27 Who Will Hit My Head?_1

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Faye Owen's slender, milky-white fingers were tightly twisting the pen in her hand, her steely eyes glaring fiercely at him. Bennett Hoffman's personal designs, verified by an entire team of security experts. She couldn't say that the security system was completely flawless, but it was definitely not something Yves King—a third-rate security guard sashaying around, making it look like a casual look could uncover problems—could uncover.

However, Faye Owen was Faye Owen. As a president, she did have some professional qualities. She took several deep breaths, adjusted her emotions, and tried to compose herself as much as possible before she said, "Yves King, if you can truly find a flaw, I would appreciate it if you perform a comprehensive inspection and give me a written report."