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Lucas sighs, he couldn't further waste his time talking with morons who think they are high above others but have manners worse than the people living in the slumps.
He had enough of their childish tantrums. He can't bear it anymore.
"SAM, if this goes on I would surely leave a bad review for Swan group. Come and help me. You know I have come here to chill and now in your store, I had to suffer. Gramps if you don't come and help me here then don't blame me for my future action," Lucas called out for the only help he could think of.
He didn't know why he thought of calling SAM but he had a feeling if he called SAM would surely come and help him get out of this situation.
When they saw Lucas shout looking around the store everyone was shocked but the name he called made people think he has finally gone insane and had lost his mind permanently.
