He glanced at the hall on the first floor. "But from the looks of it, you don't have many connections, Mr. Lennon. It's alright if you're lucky enough to get business, but if you don't... Tsk, tsk, tsk... You'll probably go out of business."
Somewhat upset to hear this, Zander stepped forward.
"Why are you so mean? Why are you saying such things on our opening day? We didn't even invite you."
Joel gave Zander a scornful look.
"Mr. Lennon, you're bad at managing your staff. Since when does he have the right to speak for you? How ridiculous."
Joel clapped his hands before Sean could answer.
"Let's not discuss these unpleasant things first. Someone come and open my gift for Mr. Lennon."
Four people immediately opened the gift box when they heard that.
A coffin big enough to fit a man appeared in the hall.
Joel, standing in front of the coffin, stopped pretending. His polite appearance turned straight into conceit and disdain. He sneered loudly at Sean.
"What do you think, Mr. Lennon? Are you happy with my gift?"
Sean was expressionless as he spoke slowly.
"It seems you're trying to humiliate me, Mr. Wilmer."
"So what if I am?" Joel's eyes were full of disdain. He arrogantly pointed to the tip of Sean's nose. "Who do you think you are? How dare you start a security company here when you have no power or influence?
"Are you going to steal my contacts or something? I'm telling you, no way! I'm here today to wish you death!"
Sean was amused to hear this and could not help chuckling.
He observed the conceited Joel in front of him.
"Mr. Wilmer, are you not afraid I'll lose my temper?"
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