Huo Zhenyang couldn't be bothered to say much more to Li Daguo and gestured to George to take care of things. Amid the bowing hotel staff, he carried the girl who had passed out again in a princess hold and walked out of the hotel.
Li Daguo was still in shock, clutching at George from the ground, pleading, "…Mr. Huo won't blame me, right… Please speak for me, I really didn't do anything to that girl."
The pain he felt was nothing compared to the consequences of offending Mr. Huo!
George looked at him with pity, stood up, and turned his gaze toward the tall, cold figure of the man.
That evening, the CEO drove as if he had gone mad.
It was the first time, an incredibly rare sight; the previous CEO remained calm and fearless in the face of any major event.
Outside the hotel, the black Maserati didn't stop in the standard parking spot. The shiny ground streaked with a long skid mark showed how fast the car had come and how abruptly it had stopped.
