Following Conor Jimenez's words, several men playing with their phones or smoking on the nearby sofa stood up and approached with a menacing gaze, encircling Carson Flores.
"Manuel Howard hasn't been the factory manager for a few years now, and he even sold the factory recently. You're coming to me now; isn't it a bit late?"
Carson Flores chuckled, "Not late, not late at all. You threatened my brother and his family, making it impossible for him to remain the factory manager. I think you should compensate my brother, and my niece."
"Compensate?"
Conor Jimenez laughed as if he had heard a huge joke, "Even if I were to compensate, would he dare to accept it?"
Carson Flores chuckled lightly, "Why not give it a try and see?"
