But why would the security guards care what he said?
They had already received orders long ago to "escort" these people out.
Of course he had to do his own job properly; a company like Peace Group, with such high salary and good benefits, wasn’t easy to co by, and he really cherished this job!
So the diligent security guards worked together to "escort" Old Mrs. Wilson and Erie Wilson out of the building, directly sending them out through the main entrance.
"Please don’t co here making a scene and disrupting the company’s normal office order," the guard said politely.
"What the hell are you? Charles Seymour, you’ll be struck by lightning for this!" Erie cursed at the top of her lungs; right now she wished she could tear Charles apart with her bare hands.
Old Mrs. Wilson was also furious, standing at the entrance, trembling all over.
Upstairs, Mason Wilson stood by the window looking down. Although he couldn’t see the expressions on the two people’s faces clearly, he could more or less guess.
His dad had lost such massive face this ti, he was probably beside himself with rage.
Jim Perry hadn’t left either; he was standing next to Mason, watching with great interest.
Mason gave Jim Perry a puzzled look. "President Perry, you’re not going back to work?"
"The show’s not over yet," Jim said with a smile.
Show?
Just as Mason was puzzled, he heard Jim remind him, "Look, they’re here."
Mason couldn’t bother with Jim anymore and hurriedly looked downstairs.
He saw several vans open their doors at the sa ti, and people got out carrying caras and holding microphones... the dia?
Then Old Mrs. Wilson and Erie Wilson downstairs were imdiately surrounded.
"Mr. Wilson, did you co to Peace Group to make a scene because you’re dissatisfied that your own company failed to win the bid?"
"Can you talk about why your tender was declared invalid?"
"We heard that the company Peace Group acquired was originally one Wilson Corporation planned to acquire. We also heard that its capital chain broke, hundreds of employees are facing unemploynt, and Wilson Corporation has never stepped in. Are you trying to wipe them out completely?"
"Is Wilson Corporation putting profit so far above all else that it lacks basic human compassion?"
"Ms. Wilson, you cursing the chairman of Peace Group like that—is it because your interests weren’t satisfied? Do you curse every company that competes with yours?"
One sharp, aggressive question after another was fired at them, and Old Mrs. Wilson was so enraged he almost blacked out.
Deliberate!
Charles had absolutely done this on purpose!
He’d calculated long ago that they would co, so he deliberately provoked them in the reception room, then contacted the dia and had them wait here to make them look like fools!
"Bullshit! Who the hell are you people? Keep spewing crap and I’ll have my dad tear you apart!" Erie had already been furious upstairs, then she’d been "escorted" out by Peace Group’s security, and now she was being bombarded by these reporters’ aggressive questions—how could she possibly hold back her temper?
By the ti Old Mrs. Wilson ca back to his senses, he realized that Erie was actually cursing like a shrew, and the blood pressure he’d just managed to calm down almost shot up again.
"Erie, shut up!" Old Mrs. Wilson barked.
Right now, the more they said, the more mistakes they’d make.
They were just serving themselves up as a joke!
"Why should I shut up? They’re the ones talking nonsense!" Erie’s temper was up; she couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else.
"Shut up!" Old Mrs. Wilson mustered all his strength and roared. This ti, he really did scare Erie into silence, but right after that, tears started streaming down her face.
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