A single remark stunned several people.
The people in the office looked at Caroline Edwin in disbelief.
Was this idiot possessed by a demon today? How dare she fire Star Universe's artist director?
Seeing that the security guard didn't take action for a while, Caroline lightly tapped the desk with a lazy tone, "What? Do I need to teach you how to kick someone out?"
The security guard shivered and looked at her with half-smiling eyes. Scared, he swallowed, "No, no need."
He trembled as he approached and grabbed Paul Twain's arms, "Mr. Twain, sorry about this."
Mr. Twain, please be generous, he's just following orders.
Even if you want revenge, it should be directed at the person who wronged you, not him.
Paul Twain was grabbed, his face pale with anger, "Let go! What do you want? You want to be fired? Let go of me!"
He was pissed, his breathing rapid, and his forehead veins bulging as he tried to shake off the security guard.
