Taylor’s expression turned cold: “This complex was developed and built by my family; it’s our property. And you think you can order us around? Get out of my sight. You’re fired.”
The guards were shocked and dared not interfere further as Taylor led Ethan inside.
One guard muttered: “That woman’s gorgeous! Who’d have thought a bum like that could charm someone so pretty? Life’s not fair.”
“Do you think she was bluffing? No way her family owns this whole place.”
“Forget it. She’s just pretty and dressed provocatively. Her family probably doesn’t have that much. Let’s get back to work.”
At that moment, a middle-aged woman in her forties approached with brisk steps.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Miller!”
It was Jodie Miller, the manager of the complex.
The guards, who knew her as a strict and f
