"Who are you calling out!"
Benson Dragon couldn't contain his anger any longer and stood up abruptly, slamming his hand on the table.
"What's with the commotion! It was Mr. Thorneycroft himself who said it, are you going to contradict his words too?"
Julius Reed said dismissively, "Mr. Thorneycroft, it seems your employee has little ability but quite the temper! I think he must be hard to manage!"
"Mr. Reed is joking."
Fabian Percival said with a forced smile, "Benson is very capable. When he was abroad, he managed all my business. But, after all, he's young, his temper might be a bit explosive, please don't take it to heart."
After saying that, he looked at Benson Dragon meaningfully, "Have you forgotten what I told you in the car? What Mr. Reed just said is right. That's exactly what I mean. Eventually, everyone dies, and at my age, I don't care anymore."
"Yes, Mr. Thorneycroft."
This was the most frustrating day in Benson Dragon's twenty-odd years of life.
