The security guard immediately chimed in: “This is Manager Miller, head of security for the Arnold Group. He doesn’t usually bother speaking to outsiders. The fact that he’s even acknowledging you is a privilege. Now, get lost."
Ethan pushed the guard's hand away and sat down on the lobby sofa: "I must meet Fabian today. If he doesn’t come, neither he nor any of you will be able to bear the consequences."
After speaking, Ethan took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself.
"You brat, are you deliberately causing trouble?" Manager Miller’s gaze turned cold: “Guards, break his legs and throw him out!"
"Manager Miller, won't that cause some bad repercussions?" the guards hesitated.
"I'm backing you up, what are you afraid of?" Manager Miller said arrogantly.
The guards, embolden
