Chapter 15 You Have No Right to Be Here!
Matthew Anderson, previously filled with joy, was now somewhat dazed.
How could things turn out this way?
Mr. Jones was unhappy hence the showroom was closed to the public.
Could there be a more capricious reason?
No, it must be something he did wrong.
"What's the matter, Matthew Anderson? What happened?" Tyler and Margaret, noticing Matthew Anderson's change in expression, couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing, just the showroom reporting a situation to me." Matthew Anderson forced a smile and said, "Tyler, I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I must be going."
With that, he stood up, ready to leave.
"Matthew Anderson, are you in such a hurry? Won't you stay for a meal?" Margaret followed closely, escorting him to the door.
"Next time, Tyler, Margaret, goodbye."
Matthew Anderson hurried away.
He must be anxious. If there was a hiccup with the showroom, he would lose face in front of his future father-in-law.
He had to rush to the showroom to check on the situation.
After seeing off Matthew Anderson, Margaret, with a smile curling on her lips, entered the house and, upon seeing Mary holding Sarah, couldn't help but scold, "Bringing such a little bastard back, I'm not raising her."
"Mom, what are you saying? Isn't Sarah your granddaughter?"
Mary was furious, soothing Sarah to sleep.
How could her mother say such a thing? After all, she was her daughter's flesh and blood.
Tyler also felt Margaret had gone too far and, removing his reading glasses, interrupted, "Stop, hurry up and tidy up, and bring me the painting Matthew Anderson gifted. I'm going out for a stroll."
Of course, Tyler had to go out—it was naturally to show off to his friends.
With the gift box carefully in his arms and humming an opera tune, Tyler left the house, feeling elated.
Turning our attention back to William, after leaving the Smith family mansion, he hailed a tricycle to the Eagle Trade Showroom.
After all, he had bought the company, there was no need to deliver food anymore, and it was a good day to check out the showroom.
It wasn't that it was really closed to the public; it was just a lesson for Matthew Anderson.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the Eagle Trade Showroom, William realized that this showroom was indeed stylish.
Understated, luxurious, with substance.
The overall layout was linear and box-shaped, dominated by black and white tones, giving it a cool and serene vibe. On both sides of the entrance were small galleries, paved with black and white pebbles, exuding a Western minimalist beauty.
At the main entrance stood a black granite statue of Curtis James, the original designer and master architect of the Eagle Trade Showroom, an international top-tier architect who produced only one work per year, each coveted and fought over by thousands eager to purchase.
This Eagle Trade Showroom was the final masterpiece of Curtis James.
Therefore, hosting an exhibition at the Eagle Trade Showroom would bring undeniable reputation and fame.
Standing before the statue, William glanced at it a few times and muttered to himself, "So it was this old guy who built it; I think it's just average."
William recalled some past events.
Initially, Curtis James had chased after William, begging him to let him build a tower.
Annoyed by his daily visits, William casually allocated three billion for him to build a complex on a mountaintop, specifically for storing sports cars and private planes.
"Oh, how I miss my cars now."
William sighed inwardly, then continued towards the showroom entrance.
"Good day, sir, the showroom is currently not open to the public."
A young and beautiful receptionist, dressed in a professional black and white suit, with a white orchid embroidered scarf around her neck, greeted him.
William paused, looked inside, and said, "I'm here to see someone."
"May I ask who you are looking for?"
The receptionist, not treating William any differently for his plain attire, asked politely.
"I'm looking for."
Just as William was about to speak, another tall woman, dressed in the same attire but with a blue embroidered scarf, stormed over and interrupted him.
She was quite attractive, walking towards them with the sound of her high heels clicking.
"Stephanie, what's going on? Didn't I say the showroom is closed today, and no one is allowed in?"
The woman approached with a cold demeanor, furrowing her brow at the previous receptionist.
"Manager, he said he's here to see someone," Stephanie explained nervously, clearly intimidated by the woman who had just appeared.
Pamela was the supervisor of all the receptionists at the Eagle Trade Showroom, known for her arrogance and for ordering her subordinates around.
Hence, she harbors a moniker in private circles, being referred to as the ‘female overlord.’
And there she was, Pamela, sizing up William with suspicion. "You're here to see someone?"
He looked so shabby, wearing a faded sweatshirt, discolored jeans, and flat shoes.
Clearly dressed like a migrant worker.
Probably one of the construction crew from today.
"Yes, I'm looking for." William smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Alright, I get it, come with me," Pamela interrupted William, turning her head to glare fiercely at Stephanie, "Keep an eye on the door properly, don't let just anyone in."
Stephanie bowed apologetically, sneaking a glance at William and giving him a slight smile.
William smiled back at her; this girl seemed young but had a good demeanor.
Without much thought, he followed the leading Pamela inside.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances at her retreating figure.
"What are you looking at?"
Suddenly!
Pamela turned around sharply, her attitude icy and disgusted as she glared at William.
"Ah, nothing," William replied, feeling awkward.
Caught red-handed.
Pamela snorted coldly. "I've seen plenty of your kind migrant workers, always thieving and never with clean eyes. If anything goes missing from our showroom, I'll be coming for you first!"
With that, Pamela turned and continued forward, her disdain and disgust for the man behind her growing.
Migrant worker?
William felt a bit swollen-headed. Was she mistaking him for someone else?
Following Pamela to a construction site, she imperiously pointed and commanded, "Get to work quickly, it needs to be finished before the end of the day. And the rest of you, no slacking off, I'm watching. Anyone who lazes around won't get paid."
The workers, upon hearing this, hurried to work diligently, fearing their wages might be docked.
William was puzzled, looking around the site where they were painting.
Was he here to work?
"Excuse me, you must be mistaken, I'm not here to." William turned to the woman beside him.
Pamela looked down her nose, coldly replying, "Whatever you're not, stop talking nonsense and get to work!"
"I'm not here to work, I'm here to see Patricia." William was displeased with Pamela's attitude towards him.
This woman, with her looks and tone, was so impolite.
He had recently bought this showroom through George; how could there still be such snobbish staff?
"You're looking for our manager?"
Pamela scrutinized William again, then scoffed derisively, "You, a loser, want to see Patricia? What, you want to complain to her?"
What nonsense. Not working properly, he's thinking of complaining to the manager.
"What?" William was confused. What was all this about?
"Let me tell you, and the rest of you listen up. This is the Eagle Trade Showroom; we're not short of people. There are plenty of migrant workers clamoring to get in. Don't think just because Patricia takes care of you, you can slack off. In my eyes, you're rubbish, got it?"
Pamela sneered. "Especially you, what do you think you are, wanting to see Patricia? If you don't want to work, get out!"
Pamela stood with her hands on her hips, pointing to the door.
Now, William was truly irritated.
Being mistaken for a migrant worker was one thing, but being scolded by such an unreasonable woman was another.
Even with his good temper, he was on the verge of exploding.
"Your name is Pamela?" William asked with a cold face.
"That's right. What, you're not satisfied and want to hit me? Believe it or not, I'll call security right now and have you all thrown out!"
Pamela folded her arms, looking at him askance.
A bunch of trash, not even aware of their own status.
Give them some money, and they're eager to work hard.
Growing up in an environment that fostered such behavior, Pamela had developed a habit of being domineering.
"Very well, I think you don't have the right to stay at the Eagle Trade Showroom." William said, nodding, his dissatisfaction clear.
Upon hearing this, Pamela burst into laughter. "You're such an idiot. I don't have the right to be here? As if a loser like you could fire me?"
Suddenly!
A stern voice came from afar!
"What's going on, Pamela? All this noise and commotion, what a disgrace!"
From a distance, a striking figure approached with a graceful stride.
She was dressed in a white women's suit that perfectly showcased her impressive figure. Her chestnut-brown, wavy hair cascaded down her back, and she wore hoop earrings that added to her mature allure.
"Patricia, you're finally here. There's someone causing trouble." Pamela immediately ran over, adopting a flattering and clingy demeanor.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
