Chapter 16 His Identity, Terrifying
"Causing trouble?"
Patricia's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her aura turning noticeably colder, causing the temperature around her to drop several degrees.
Daring to cause trouble in the Eagle Trade Showroom? That truly required the Courage of a lion.
Upon seeing Patricia's demeanor, Pamela immediately revealed a cruel smile, pointing at William who was leisurely standing with his hands in his pockets. "Yes, that migrant worker over there. Not only did he come to make trouble, but he also fancied seeing you. I scolded him a bit, and he actually had the nerve to say that I don't have the right to be in the Eagle Trade Showroom. Can you believe the nerve of this idiot?"
Patricia cast a cold glance at Pamela. Although she disliked Pamela's bullying tone, she was one of their own and thus said nothing.
Then, she walked towards William with her noble stride, her face cold as she asked, "So it's you who came to cause trouble?"
William glanced at the woman before him. Was this Patricia?
She was quite striking, alluringly beautiful, very captivating.
William didn't respond but silently took out his phone.
Seeing his dismissive attitude, Pamela instantly became furious, pointing at him and scolding loudly, "Patricia, look! This loser doesn't even take you seriously. I will call security right now to throw him out."
Patricia nodded, not wishing to entangle herself with such a person.
She had just come out of her office to welcome an esteemed guest at the entrance!
The new Boss of the Eagle Trade Showroom, Mr. Jones.
If she were delayed, her position would be at risk.
Moreover, Patricia had never seen the new Boss; she only had his phone number, which she had obtained after much pleading from George.
"Pamela, come with me to greet our new Boss; he's here to inspect the work." Patricia said, turning around with her voluptuous hips swaying, ready to leave.
Pamela nodded in response and then scurried out, preparing to call security.
At that moment, a pleasant DJ ringtone sounded.
Everyone was momentarily stunned.
Patricia immediately pulled out her phone from her waist pouch, seeing the caller ID, Mr. Jones!
"Hello, Mr. Jones, where are you? I'll come out to greet you right away." Patricia's tone instantly shifted from icy to extremely respectful and sweet.
However, a dissatisfied voice came from the phone. "Look behind you."
Look behind?
Patricia was taken aback and almost immediately turned to look.
Behind her, there were only seven or eight workers painting the walls.
Oh, and a young man holding a phone, his expression cold.
Wait a minute!
Almost instantly, Patricia felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
It was him! He was actually the new Boss!
Without another word, she hurriedly trotted over to William, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and apologized, "Mr. Jones, I'm so sorry, my eyes failed me, and I failed to recognize you. Please forgive my rudeness."
"Patricia?" William said indifferently, "I'm not very satisfied with you."
Patricia was so frightened that her calves trembled, and her palms were sweaty.
"Mr. Jones, please forgive me. I didn't know you would come early," Patricia straightened up, still slightly bent over, her face full of panic.
This was the new Boss!
A man with reach to the heavens.
The Richest Man of Lindwood City, George, personally sought out the former Boss to buy the Eagle Trade Showroom.
You should know that the former Boss of the Eagle Trade Showroom was also a heavy hitter in Lindwood City, the Underground Emperor, Alan!
Who was Alan?
There was no one in Lindwood City who didn't know his name!
Born in the underworld, he climbed step by step to the throne of the Underground Emperor of Lindwood City!
Both the dark and the light sides had to give Alan seven points of respect.
It could be said, as long as Alan said the word, there was nothing he couldn't get done in Lindwood City.
So, over the years, following Alan had brought Patricia great benefits, connecting her with many significant figures, and her pride soared.
But precisely because of this, she understood that this seemingly ordinary Mr. Jones was the real big shot!
Because when Alan met George, he was as a chick before an eagle, utterly subservient to the extreme.
And George had only said one thing, "The task given by my family's Young Master should not be publicized; keep it low-key."
The Young Master of the Richest Man of Lindwood City, what kind of figure was that!
Too terrifying!
After that meeting, Patricia knew she had to serve Mr. Jones well.
If possible, she was willing to offer her body, which she had preserved for over twenty years.
Not for anything else, but because of a sentence Alan let slip when he was drunk. "I have reached this point today all thanks to George's support. And George just casually started a company to accompany his family's Young Master, and became the Richest Man of Lindwood City."
Terrifying! Too terrifying!
William glanced indifferently at Patricia and shook his head. "Let it slide this time, but not again."
However, at this moment, Pamela, who had left and returned, walked over with two security guards, her sneer continuous, pointing at William. "That's him, throw him out! And check if he stole anything from our showroom, with his shifty eyes, he doesn't look like anything good."
William's gaze turned icy, his eyes narrowed, and he coldly huffed to Patricia at his side, "You deal with it."
Patricia's body jolted, and she immediately glared, striding forward in her high heels towards Pamela, and angrily slapped her across the face!
The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the entire side hall!
"How dare you throw out Mr. Jones!" Patricia glared at Pamela, wishing she could tear her to pieces.
Pamela, clutching her rapidly swelling face, asked in disbelief, "Patricia, why do you hit me? I don't throw out Mr. Jones, I am throwing out that loser."
Pamela Adams was incensed by the unjustifiable strike from her manager and was profoundly livid.
So, she pointed at William even more angrily, shouting, "What are you standing around for, throw that trash out now!"
As soon as her words fell.
Patricia once again struck Pamela with an open hand.
This time Pamela was dumbfounded, and her hands covering her face.
"Pamela, you're fired, get out of here right now!" Patricia thundered, pointing towards the door.
This fool, wanting to die, shouldn't drag her down with her.
"Patricia, why do you hit me? What do I do wrong? You tell me to throw him out. And by what right do you fire me? My boyfriend is the operations manager here!"
Pamela was very angry. She had always been displeased with Patricia, who spent all day with her boyfriend in the same place. The last time she was in a hotel room with her boyfriend, in the heat of passion, he ended up shouting Patricia's name!
Despicable!
"Why? Because I am the manager here!" Patricia said coldly.
"Damn it! Patricia, don't push your luck. At the end of the day, my boyfriend is the manager here, so I don't think you can handle everything just because you're a manager. I'll have my boyfriend go to the Boss and complain about you!" Pamela stomped her feet in anger, turning to leave.
That wretched woman!
‘I'll go find my boyfriend right now and make sure he teaches you a lesson!’ She pondered.
Patricia shook her head and smiled bitterly, looking for the Boss? The Boss was right in front of you, and you couldn't even recognize him.
Then, she turned and respectfully stood by William's side, saying, "Mr. Jones, please follow me."
William hummed in acknowledgment, following Patricia into the innermost resting room of the showroom.
This resting room was beautiful, with an open courtyard outside, a pond, artificial mountains, and a small bamboo forest, truly a hidden paradise.
And this resting room was not accessible to just anyone.
Patricia Evans had by now shed her coat, revealing a seductive black lace camisole underneath. She sat perched by the coffee machine, her legs bent gracefully, her fair and delicate hands skillfully frothing up the coffee.
Then, carrying the coffee herself, she approached William Jones, who was admiring the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, and said softly, "Mr. Jones, please enjoy your coffee."
William Jones took the coffee cup, sipped it, and praised, "Your coffee-making skills are quite impressive."
"Mr. Jones flatters me; I didn't expect you to be a connoisseur of coffee as well," Patricia Evans said with a smile.
"Not really. Just drank a lot, so I'm picky." William waved his hand.
Patricia was startled, wondering how much he must have drunk to become so discerning.
"How did you handle the Matthew Anderson situation?" William asked.
"He's called several times, but I've rejected them all. I guess by now, he must be quite anxious," Patricia replied.
"let him stew a bit longer. When the time comes, you decide how to handle it."
William spoke, then stood up., "If there's nothing else, I'll be going. Don't publicize today's incident; I don't like being disturbed."
Patricia nodded. "Understood, Mr. Jones. George has already instructed me."
Just then!
The glass door of the resting room was pushed open.
Pamela, who had angrily left earlier, followed behind a portly middle-aged bald man, her arms crossed, her face full of arrogance, showing none of her previous aggrieved demeanor.
"Patricia, what do you mean? By what right do you fire Pamela?"
The fat man bellowed as he entered, then directly plopped his hefty body onto the pristine sofa, even taking the liberty to gulp down from the coffee cup William had used earlier, cursing, "What a rubbish drink, so bitter!"
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