The situation inside the company wasn't too bad, thanks to the building security guards protecting the entrance, so Marcel Jefferson's personal safety was temporarily guaranteed. However, the atmosphere inside the company was tense.
Marcel stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the crowd below that didn't seem to disperse. His mood was awful.
Seeing Purple Summers enter with a worried look, he was slightly startled, "Miss, why are you here?"
After asking the question, realizing he sounded foolish, he quickly added, "Don't worry, I'm fine. If needed, I'll just work overtime tonight. I don't believe they'll stay here the whole night."
"What's going on?" Purple Summers asked with furrowed brows. "Why did so many people suddenly show up? They clearly targeted us."
