In the showroom.
A middle-aged man in a suit was standing in front of a girl, cursing her with an agitated expression.
The girl stood there with her head lowered. Tears were about to fall from her eyes, but she did not dare to retort.
There were many people in the showroom, but they were all watching the show. No one dared to stand up for the girl.
"Mr. McDonald, let me take you to the sand table first!"
Chloe was used to such things, so she didn't really pay attention to what was happening.
A trace of anger flashed across Connor's eyes, and his expression became gloomy.
He didn't answer Chloe's question, but walked directly toward the girl.
"Eunice Tanner, are you a pig? A potential client was actually chased away by you. How do you think I should handle this matter today? Tell me!"
The middle-aged man shouted at the girl.
