Chapter 144 Thrown Out
She recounted everything that had happened, and everyone left comments angrily berating Benjamin, Andrew, and The Clothes Company. A slew of fans began to boycott The Clothes Company brand and started a trending topic. Some kind-hearted viewers even called the police for assistance.
The Clothes Company thought that by mobilizing their most professional legal team, they could successfully sue Sunrise Company. Little did they know that Sunrise Company would expose their true colors in this manner. Faced with undeniable evidence, the executives of The Clothes Company demanded an explanation from Rachel and Andrew.
Rachel and Andrew found themselves besieged on all sides. Not long after, the police came and took them away.
After the live broadcast ended, the entire design department erupted in celebration. They dug into their own pockets and treated the entire company to afternoon tea, not for any other reason but to relish in their triumph today.
They sent the most expensive and best afternoon tea to Abella's office.
"Miss Medici, if it weren't for you turning the tide this time, the company's financial losses would have been in the seven digits!"
"I never thought that with just a few simple modifications, you could transform the designs so magnificently!"
"No wonder you blocked the news yesterday, not wanting Benjamin's arrest to be leaked. It turns out it was to humiliate The Clothes Company today!"
"This not only taught The Clothes Company a lesson but also served as a warning to other companies. Sunrise Company is not to be trifled with!"
Seeing the joy in the design department, Abella smiled softly. "Alright, get back to work. We'll leave an hour early today."
Consider it a reward for them.
Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this. Since Abella took over the company, it really had changed! It was no longer as lifeless as before...
...
In the evening, Mr. Wilson arrived alone at Sunrise Company's headquarters, wearing a smiling face as he approached the receptionist. "Hello, I'm Mr. Wilson from White Apparel Company. I would like to meet your CEO."
"Hello, Mr. Wilson. Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
The receptionist hesitated for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, without an appointment, our CEO does not meet with visitors."
Mr. Wilson became anxious and hastily pleaded, "I have a very urgent matter and must speak with your CEO in person. Please, could you relay my message..."
The receptionist politely refused, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I can't help you with that."
“Can I please see the CEO?”
Not her decision alone, if she disturbed the president's office because of this, she will have a big responsibility!
“Miss, I am in urgent need, a matter of great urgency that needs to be discussed with your president. Please do me a favor and see if it is possible. This is a token of my gratitude..." Mr. Wilson took out a pre-prepared envelope from his pocket and insisted on handing it to the receptionist.
The receptionist was scared and felt the burning gazes of several people around them all directed towards them. She quickly pushed away and refused, "Mr. Wilson, you have misunderstood! It's not a matter of money. When you come here, you have to abide by our rules. Without an appointment..."
"Just take it!" Mr. Wilson forcefully tried to put it into her hands, regardless of whether anyone was watching...
In the midst of her refusal, he accidentally touched the receptionist's hand...
The receptionist was frightened. Having just graduated from college and now interning, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation...
She quickly pressed the alarm button.
Two security guards standing at the entrance immediately rushed over and grabbed Mr. Wilson's hand, asking, "What are you doing?"
"Get Mr. Wilson out of here!" The receptionist was frightened to the point of being overwhelmed.
"What are you doing? Let go of me! I have something to discuss with Mr. Bass, I have something to tell him..."
The two security guards held his arms and forcibly threw him outside the main entrance, not allowing him to step foot into the company.
Through the large glass doors, Mr. Wilson saw several receptionists comforting the girl who had just been scared. Her face had turned pale.
Mr. Wilson felt very innocent, speechless, and helpless. "Brothers, I didn't mean any harm. Have you heard of the White Clothing Company? I am Mr. Wilson, this is my business card!"
He took out his business card, but the two security guards didn't even glance at it, treating him as if he were invisible.
Mr. Wilson still wanted to move forward, but the two security guards immediately stretched out their hands to stop him. "What are you doing? Do you want to embarrass yourself again?"
Mr. Wilson had never felt so low and humble in his whole life. If it weren't for remembering the crisis facing the company, he wouldn't waste his breath here with the two security guards.
"Brothers..."
"Who are you calling brothers?"
"Can you do me a favor, my brothers? I really have a business matter that needs to be discussed with your president..."
The two security guards glanced at him from head to toe. His disheveled appearance and humble demeanor didn't seem like a client of their president's!
Just then, the private elevator for the president opened.
Steven stepped out of the elevator and glanced at the time. It was six o'clock in the afternoon, his younger sister should be home by now, right?
Thinking this, he quickened his pace. Just as he walked out of the main entrance, he heard someone calling his name.
"Mr. Bass, I am Mr. Wilson from Wilson Clothes. You should know me!"
Mr. Wilson finally spotted his target and was about to rush forward, but he was forcefully stopped by the two security guards.
"Let go of me, let go!" Mr. Wilson couldn't break free from the guards' restraints and could only shout, “I'm sorry, if it's because of Anika, I apologize. I will pay the compensation that needs to be paid before midnight tonight! Before this, we have already apologized to Anika!"
It made Steven stop in his tracks.
"Just wondering if you could let it go... To be honest, our company has been struggling lately, and with your words... our small business won't be able to survive much longer!"
Steven was speechless.
"Mr. Bass, I believe you enjoy Anika' piano compositions, don't you? You should know that Anika came from our family... Please, be generous and spare us this time. Can you let us off the hook like it never happened?"
Steven decided to ignore it.
This man doesn't understand what he's saying. He can't comprehend a single word.
At this moment, Patrick drove the car in front of Steven and bent down to open the car door for him.
Steven stepped into the car without paying any attention to Mr. Wilson behind him.
"Mr. Bass, please don't leave. Give me a chance, I promise I'll never... "Mr. Wilson couldn't finish his sentence before he was exposed to a lot of exhaust fumes. "Cough, cough, cough..."
Two security guards looked at him as if he were a miserable creature.
"What are you looking at? Are you worthy of laughing at New York's richest man?"
"Do you want to die?"
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Dare to lay a hand on me? I..."
Patrick glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Mr. Wilson being beaten by the two security guards and thrown outside the gate. He asked in confusion, "Boss, what happened?"
"I don't know." Steven kept his eyes on the front and sat upright, obviously not taking this little incident seriously, thinking that Mr. Wilson had mistaken the person and was just eager to go home and see his sister.
Chapter 145: Monkey Business
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