Chapter 81 Inspection Cancelled
Angela lifted her black grape-like eyes and looked at Ivan in front of her. She was beautiful, like a delicate doll. However, this doll looked a little disheveled now. She had hidden in the flowerbed for two hours.
Her dress was torn, and her face and hands were covered in dirt. The pink dress had turned a muddy yellow, and her fluffy hair had several decaying leaves stuck to it. Her whole body was a mess, except for her eyes that remained crystal clear and innocent.
Ben held her with disdain. How dare such a dirty child hug Mr. Winston? If the child's parents were here, they would probably be bankrupt from the compensation they’d need to pay.
"Throw her out!" Luke reluctantly ordered.
It was too cruel to throw such a beautiful little girl out like this. But he knew Mr. Winston had serious cleanliness OCD. If the little girl continues to stay here, her outcome will likely be very tragic. Mr. Winston can harm his own son, let alone a dirty little girl. Luke signaled to Ben to quickly take the little girl and leave.
But...
"Stop." Ivan's voice slowly rang out.
Ben's heart skipped a beat. He looked sympathetically at the child in his arms. Although the child was very likable, it was her own fault for not understanding the signal and crashing into Mr. Winston. It was a typical recklessness.
Ben took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Winston, how should we handle this?"
"Mr. Winston, we still need to visit the factory." Luke quickly changed the subject. "Let's get in the car, or we will be late."
Ivan coldly raised his foot. "Do you think I can go on the visit?"
On his pants leg were two handprints, yellow mud stains on his high-end tailored trousers, a shocking sight. He lifted his jet-black eyes and suddenly reached out his hand towards Angela.
Ben was startled and took a step back.
Was Mr. Winston going to personally deal with this little girl? The girl was only three years old, so young and completely unaware of her actions when she collided with Mr. Winston. How could Mr. Winston harm a little girl?
Ben was originally holding Angela by her collar, but at some point, he ended up embracing her. However, the little girl kept struggling.
"Mr. Winston, let our security department handle this trivial matter.” Cold sweat trickled down Ben's forehead.
Ivan said coldly, “Give me the child.”
Ben was frozen by the chill emanating from Ivan's body. In the end, after a final sympathetic glance at the little girl, he released his grasp and handed her over. Just as Ivan's slender, jade-like hand touched Angela's shoulder, the little girl's hand wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Then, everyone saw Mr. Winston, the cleanliness fanatic, with his pristine white shirt collar turning a dirty yellow color. His high-quality tailored suit was made completely filthy, by the little girl.
Ben and Luke closed their eyes together. They really didn't want to witness Mr. Winston laying hands on a three-year-old girl. Unexpectedly, they heard a soft, deep voice.
"Did he hurt you while carrying you?" The voice was so familiar. But there was something off about the tone.
Luke opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Winston, normally authoritative and decisive, slightly lowering her head and patiently asking the dirty-faced little girl in her arms a question. However, the little girl remained silent.
“The factory inspection is canceled."
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