The man in the front with the checkered shirt and glasses asked Melvin, "This gentleman, we are all out on a trip, but we have lost our way. We have been there for a few days. We have lost our luggage, and we are starving to death. Do you know how to get out of the mountain?"

Melvin didn't say anything, just looked at the man, and his dark eyes couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The man looked at the people behind Melvin and continued cottoning up.

"Sir, it looks like you are ready to leave the mountain. Why don't we leave together? We can take care of each other, right?"

In contrast to the man's enthusiasm, Melvin seemed very cold and indifferent.

Melvin glanced at the seven-some people behind the man in the plaid shirts and examined them.

Coming from a army, he was instinctively wary of strangers who suddenly appeared.

This group of people claimed to come out to travel and lose luggage, but the dirt on their clothes was very new. It was not like they had come out for a few days without a change of clothes. It was more like they deliberately got the dirt up on their shirts.

Although they were holding each other, everyone's eyes were bright, so he didn't think they had been hungry for a few days.

He furrowed his eyebrows and was sullen.

Something was not right with this group of people.

Melvin's man, who was standing right beside him, quickly noticed his facial expression and became wary as well.

Melvin smiled lightly and responded, "No need to travel together. We're not on the same way."

He turned his head and was ready to leave.

"So where is this gentleman going? It's always good for everyone to make friends."

The man in the plaid shirt was still enthusiastic and went up to try to tap Melvin on the shoulder.

No sooner had he touched it than his hand was clutched hard by Melvin.

The atmosphere on both sides was suddenly a bit unusual.

Melvin clutched him with one hand and tried to reach into his pocket with the other.

Being clutched, the man's brand new hilt was exposed in his pocket.

Melvin snorted, but his dark eyes looked cold, "Such new knife, I'm afraid you're not just here for a trip. Who sent you?"

it, the man did not pretend

try

that, he took out his

dodged sideways agilely and

saw this and took

the spot, and the scene was very

...

Fiona comforted Sheila, then went

to the door of the president's office when a coffee cup suddenly

heard about the Freeman Group's failed bid when she arrived, so she smiled as she walked

it

her eyes while enjoying her massage

Atimber Property. It is originally a small company on the verge of bankruptcy. A few days ago, it suddenly comes back to life. And it actually won

and lovingly held her

more time to find out the owner behind this property. We can offer a better salary to let this person work for the Freeman Group, as long as

could this person want to come

Fiona was silent.

then get this person out of Frayton along with the

but ..." Ashley spoke

"What's wrong?"

status in the Freeman Group is still too low. So many people don't believe in me. In this case, I'm afraid I can't

an unstintingly generous way, "Which departments do you want? It is all for

happy, "Thanks

went directly to the corresponding departments to handle

she asked for

do each time. She was asking for not too much, which would not alert

personnel department was convenient for her to place her own

departments in hand, it was only a matter of time before the Freeman Group

had the Freeman Group, it was equivalent to having no

was the bitch who made her look bad at the Matthews

Ashley had excitement in

she did not get carried away. Fiona arranged the errands for

out information or to facilitate the bad deeds, that was

...

the office handling

she received a call from

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