Soon, more than 10 minutes passed. Ansel checked his watch, a cruel smile forming on his lips: “It’s been 12 minutes. Where’s our boss?"
Alexander said nothing, his face indifferent.
"Security, throw these two out!"
Ansel, no longer interested in wasting time, called for the guards.
As several hostile-looking guards moved toward Alexander—
Suddenly!
A voice boomed from the entrance.
"Stop! Stop!"
Everyone turned to see a middle-aged man in a gray suit rushing in.
"Boss, why are you here?"
Ansel immediately plastered on a sycophantic smile and hurried over.
The man who arrived was Bertram Torres, the owner of this 4S shop, with personal assets of 6 billion. He ran three car dealerships!
But Bertram didn’t even glance at Ansel. He pushed him aside and, with a wide smile and an ai
