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The catering at Johnsonâs company was good, and employees could bring their families there to dine in.
Chantelle followed her son to work almost every day for the free meals.
After her meal, she would rest on the couch in the lobby. She would have beautiful receptionists making coffee for her, of course.
In the evening, she would go home with her son when he got off work. She was as comfortable as an old shoe.
âYou guys?â Clarence was a little surprised.
âWhatâs the matter? Why are you so surprised? Didnât you follow Tony to his company?
âDidnât you overhear something yesterday, that Tony works for the biggest company in Mediterranean City?
âYou came here today to find Tony and ask him to get you a job.â Chantelle had an âI knew itâ expression on her face.
âYouâre overthinking it.â Almost speechless, Clarence turned and walked out of the lobby.
âOh.â Chantelle stopped Clarence. âAre you trying to run after Iâve caught you?
âEveryone, come and look!
âHeâs the Murphy familyâs loser son-in-law! Tsk tsk! Heâs never even graduated junior high. Heâs uncultured and distasteful. Heâs not even content with his monthly salary of three thousand dollars.
âHe accepted a rich womanâs Ferrari yesterday. Heâs not satisfied with what he already has.
âNow heâs even chased my son to his company, wanting to ask him for a job!
âTsk tsk. Look at him. How can there be someone so shameless?â Chantelle exclaimed.
Her ranting attracted everyone in the lobby to gather around, criticizing Clarence.
âGuards, get this loser out of here before he makes a bigger fool of himself.â Chantelle pointed her finger at Clarence.
Tony looked at Clarence coldly. âCheck if he has a pass or a visitor record.â
âPlease show me your pass, Sir.â
The four security guards at the door immediately surrounded him, looking unkind.
Clarence did not go through the companyâs main entrance when he had gone upstairs, since he got to use Johnsonâs private elevator.
Therefore, the security guards at the lobby did not recognize him.
Clarence said coldly, âJohnson invited me here.â
âMr. Golding? Haha! Clarence, how can a loser like you know Mr. Golding?â Tony shook his head, amused.
âWhat are you waiting for? Throw him out! Itâs upsetting to see this loser still here. Heâs always thinking about how to take advantage of Tony.
âBased on your level of education, could you even do a good job if you were offered a position?
âWhy arenât you out of here yet?â snapped Chantelle.
âSir, please get out, or weâll call the police.â The four security guards continue to move toward Clarence.
All of a sudden.
âHahaha! Master Howard, your medical skills are brilliant. I have never peed so freely before. What a great purge!â Johnson laughed as he stepped out of the elevator.
The crowd in the hall shuddered. The voice was all too familiar.
âHello, Mr. Golding!â
âMr. Golding!â
âMr. Golding, why did you come down...â
Countless employees walked up to say hello as they gave their boss a 90-degree bow.
Looking excited, Johnson walked right up to Clarence without so much as a glance at the crowd. âMaster Howard, thank you so much.â
Silence fell over the crowd.
âMaster Howard? Mr. Golding, did you mistake him for someone else?
âHeâs the Murphy familyâs loser son-in-law.
âHe only makes three thousand bucks a month and he was even thinking about hooking up with a rich woman yesterday.
âHow is he a master?â Chantelle was stunned.
âWho are you?â Johnson frowned.
Chantelle quickly said with a smile, âMr. Golding, Iâm Tonyâs mother. My son graduated from a famous business school overseas and heâs working in your company now.â
âOh, Tony. I have a vague impression of who he is.â
Johnson nodded, only slightly impressed.
âWhy are you calling Master Howard a loser?â Johnsonâs voice was a little cold.
âBecause heâs a loser!â Chantelle responded instinctively.
âMother, stop it.â Tony had a feeling that something was going to go wrong.
Chantelle ignored her son. âMr. Golding, youâve got it wrong. How can this loser Clarence be a master? Youâve definitely got it wrong.
âHe canât even eat with us at the Murphy family dining table. He had everyoneâs leftovers for his dinner last night.
âHe even followed my son here today to beg him for a job in his company.
âThis loser Clarence doesnât even have a pass. Mr. Golding, hurry and call the police here to arrest him!â
Johnsonâs face instantly darkened when he heard this. âHis company? Itâs my company!
âWhat did you just say to me?
âYou told my security to throw Master Howard out? What the f*ck is wrong with you?
âTony, is this your mother? Who told you that you could bring your mother to work?â
âMr. Golding, I... Didnât the company say we can bring our family to dine here? My mother thinks the company food is delicious...â Tony bit the bullet and stepped forward.
âOh, you wanna eat? Sure! Go home and eat to your heartâs content. Finance, get the f*ck over here,â Johnson sneered.
âMr. Golding.â
Wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, a middle-aged man hurriedly rushed over, nodding and bowing.
âTerminate Tonyâs employment contract, and tell him and his mother to both get the f*ck out of here,â Johnson shouted coldly.
âHuh?â Hearing this, Chantelle fell to the ground.