"Mrs. Linda, have a seat!" Wilson's voice was cold and distant. He had lost all respect for Linda.
Linda trembled. She glanced at Wilson and immediately avoided eye contact. Wilson's gaze was chilling. She didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.
"Mrs. Linda, sit down!" Wilson's voice became colder.
Linda twitched at his voice. She dared not disobey Wilson's order and sat on the edge of the sofa uneasily. She looked up at Wilson and quickly lowered her head.
"Mrs. Linda, are you 52 this year?" Wilson seemed like he was asking a question, but in fact, he already knew the answer.
"Yes, Mr. Wilson!" Linda felt nervous.
Wilson reached in and took a cheque out of his pocket. He quickly signed his name on the cheque. With a poker face, he pushed the cheque in front of Linda.
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