Waylon Lewis stood up, took off his suit jacket, threw it on the sofa, and began unbuttoning his cuffs.
The vast office was chillingly cold.
Everyone else was sent out, causing Wyatt Lewis to feel a tingling on his scalp.
It's over, it's over, his brother was going to get physical today.
Wyatt Lewis turned and ran for the door, but the next moment a gust of wind hit, and Wyatt Lewis missed the perfect time to escape, despondently yelling towards Thomas Hughes.
"Find my sister-in-law, quick, find my sister-in-law… ah… help… brother… I was wrong brother, don't get heated, please don't get heated... take it easy... real brother…"
Listening to Wyatt Lewis's screams, Thomas Hughes stiffened outside and hastily pulled out his phone.
Wyatt Lewis was truly dancing on Waylon Lewis's last nerve this time; it was likely that the big boss's anger wouldn't be easily quelled.
Hope Williams, having nothing better to do, was watering the plants in the garden with a small watering can.