Seeing that Philip was ignoring him, Geoff hurriedly explained, “Mr. Clarke, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that
you’d be here. If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have dared to come here.”
As his voice fell, Geoff winked at his goons.
“Mr. Clarke, sorry!”
In an instant, a dozen men all bowed their heads in apology.
This scene really frightened Dixon. His little heart almost could not take it!
Oh no, trouble was coming!
He had met a tough opponent this time!
“Ignorance can be overlooked,” Philip said flatly.
Geoff sighed in relief at those words. Fortunately, Mr. Clarke did not blame him for today’s incident.
Over here, Dixon climbed up from the ground with his entire face swollen. Pointing at Geoff and Philip,
he shouted, “Geoff, do you really think you should be doing this?”
Upon hearing this, Geoff scowled and turned around to look at him, sneering, “Dixon Wells, who the
hell do you think you are to question my actions? Laying a finger on Mr. Clarke is an act of death!
“Men, bring your weapons and beat him up for me!”
Geoff said again.
In an instant, a group of people rushed up and beat Dixon up violently.
Finally, Dixon knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. “Geoff, I was wrong. Stop it, stop hitting me!”
Geoff’s face was cold as he said, “Beating you up is on account of Mr. Clarke. Otherwise, you wouldn’t
even be left with any chances!”
Damn it!
In an instant, Dixon wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.
He was beaten up so badly and it was on the account of the other party.
Were these people demons?
“F*ck you! I’m the vice president of Leisure Entertainment! If you do this to me, aren’t you afraid that
Mr. Snell will pursue this matter with Heath?”
Dixon made his last desperate attempt.
Hearing these words, Geoff laughed and stepped directly on Dixon’s chest. He said coldly, “Do you
want to complain to Heath?”
Smack!
Geoff stepped forward, slapped him, and chastised angrily, “An idiot like you don’t even know who
you’ve offended. If you ask Heath to help you out of this situation, he might even break your arms!”
Philip shook his head and patted Geoff on the shoulder. Turning around, he got into the elevator.
He must hurry up and take a look.
Anson Goode followed him.
Initially, he wanted to call for help, but now it looked like Mr. Clarke could handle it on his own.
The elevator went straight to the top floor.
Once out of the elevator, Philip glanced at each office, and finally when approaching the general
manager’s office, he heard an angry voice from inside scolding. “You little b*tch, how dare you steal my
roles?! I’m going to kill you!”
“Master Jones, cool down, we can discuss this.”
This was the voice of a man in his 30s.
“Denver, don’t you f*cking pretend to be a peacemaker. Today, I’m going to teach this little b*tch a
lesson no matter what. Just try to stop me!”
Wendy Jones cursed angrily.
At the same time, she raised her hand and slapped the cheek of the charming and quiet woman, who
looked like an angel, when she was reading on the sofa.
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