Now it seemed that he had been wrong, this sharp-tongued woman was not just anybody.
"Ms. Miller, what is your profession?"
"I'm a lawyer."
Heinz Bock "..."
He shot the hotel manager, Aly Pierce, a look wishing he could slap him several times.
You try to play mind games with a lawyer! Truly TM, what a talent!
What a waste of talent to be a hotel manager.
Aly Pierce had a face as bitter as a bitter melon, and he wanted to cry.
What kind of trouble is this?
An unreasonable jerk from the LAPD.
A reasonable jerk lawyer.
Why do I have to meet both?
Why am I so unlucky?
Heinz Bock said in a cold voice, "Pierce, you go out first."
"Okay, President," Aly Pierce nodded to the three people and then left the office.
The moment the door closed, he suddenly felt a chill rise up.
Something's wrong.
Seeing the situation escalating, surely someone had to take the fall.
Would he be the one pushed out to take the blame?
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