"Young Master Saxon, you, you have no right to decide my fate at will. Whether I stay or leave is up to the director." Emmy Thompson was scared to death inside and regretted it bitterly, yet she still stubbornly held on, like a grasshopper struggling at the brink of life and death.
Imnse jealousy and anger consud her mind, making her already hazy mind even more chaotic.
She seed to not even know what she was saying or doing, only feeling defiant.
"Oh? I can’t decide your fate at will?" As if hearing sothing amusing, Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Unless the director says so himself, Young Master Saxon has no right to do this." Emmy’s brain was truly malfunctioning, and she even raised her head to retort once more.
Originally, she was only being fired as a punishnt, but because of the actions prompted by her malfunctioning brain, she ended up paying a price countless tis more painful than being fired.
"Very well, Miss Thompson does indeed have remarkable courage." The smile on Matthew Saxon’s lips gradually turned cold, even making Scarlett Yates feel a bit apprehensive watching from the side.
She didn’t understand why Emmy would be so foolish as to dare confront Matthew Saxon.
In this world, the strong reign supre, and no matter how good the Thompson Family’s background, it couldn’t even begin to compare with the Saxon Family.
Yet she dared to offend Matthew Saxon so recklessly, was she truly blinded by anger?
"Even if you are the esteed second son of the Saxon Family, you can’t control everything. I was brought into Saint rcy Hospital by the director. To be fired, I only listen to the director." Jealousy blazed furiously within her, burning her reason completely.
Why could a woman like Scarlett Yates gain his favor, while she was despised by him like a viper?
Why could a poor girl with nothing beco Matthew Saxon’s woman, while she, Emmy, was completely disregarded?
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But the blaze of anger consuming Emmy was burned out within half an hour, as she was hit by an imnse bolt from the blue that brought her back to her senses.
Half an hour later, Emmy received a phone call.
Everything under the Thompson Clan’s na had turned to nothing overnight.
On the other end of the line, Father Thompson, a man in his forties, cried like he had lost a spouse, "Emmy, what kind of person have you offended? They said everything is thanks to you. Do you realize our family suddenly has nothing now?"
"The company, the house, the car, everything is gone, all gone..."
"What exactly did you do outside? Co back imdiately and explain this to . How much debt did I owe you in my past life that now, in this life, you, this unfilial daughter, would tornt like this? Do you want to see your mother and jump off a building?"
Thud—
The phone fell from Emmy’s hand to the ground, and the screen shattered with several cracks.
The glaring sun overhead was blinding, causing her to feel dizzy and faint.
Am I dreaming?
What did I just hear? All of the Thompson Clan’s assets vanished into thin air? The Thompsons beca utterly destitute overnight?
How could this be possible?
Who could wield such power to make a mid-sized company like the Thompson Clan evaporate overnight?
Gradually, a figure appeared in her mind, her face suddenly changed, her legs gave way, and she collapsed hard onto the ground.
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