Chapter 524 Submission_1

Looking at Glen Wolfe kneeling before him, Greg Jensen sighed helplessly and said indifferently, "Well, tell me, what should I do with you?"

"Boss, please, for Chelsea Wolfe's sake..."

Upon hearing that name again, it felt like a needle pierced Greg's heart, and inexplicably, the image of that petite and lovely figure emerged in his mind.

Gradually, the figure blurred and transformed into the cold and beautiful face of Amande Burns.

Greg's expression froze, and after a long sigh, he gestured with his hand, "Fine, get up. This is the only time; there will be no next time."

"Yes, thank you, boss, thank you."

Glen Wolfe quickly got up from the ground, bowing and nodding to Greg.

Greg suddenly felt a wave of irritation and waved his hand, "Go, let me have some peace."

"Okay."

Glen Wolfe hurried out of the room and only when he reached the outside of the villa did he take a long breath.

He knew he had just escaped from the jaws of death.