Chapter 1004

Outside the door, Tom kept staring at his watch, estimating in his mind how much time had passed since Xander left.

Leaning against the wall beside him, Toby suddenly opened his eyes, asking, "How long has it been?"

Tom lowered his wrist and replied, "Three minutes."

Toby's eyes narrowed. "Kick the door open!" How could it take that assistant three full minutes just to notify his boss? Obviously, they didn't give a damn about him. Since that was the case, he didn't have to play nice with them anymore. He would just force his way in.

Tom had been waiting for Toby to say this, so he immediately replied with a smile, "Alright, President Fuller. I'll get it done right away." As soon as he finished his sentence, he stepped back and lifted his foot to kick the door.

However, the instant he kicked out his leg, the door suddenly opened with Xander emerging behind it. As he didn't manage to pull back his leg in time, Xander was immediately sent flying by the kick before landing on the steps leading to the hallway at the back.

Consequently, Xander curled himself into a ball while letting out cries of pain.

one expected this to

on the floor across from him

with bloodshot eyes as if to say something. However, thanks to the acute pain in his stomach, he could hardly even breathe, let alone speak. As a result, he could only curl up on the floor while

of his nose. "Um, sorry, Mr. Little, but I really didn't mean it. I'd like to apologize to you, and I'm sorry for what happened. Please don't take it

no guilt or remorse for having injured Xander by mistake. Instead, all

only did Tom not feel sorry for what he had done, he even felt smug about it. He also didn't expect to end up sending Connor's lackey flying with a kick when all he wanted was to kick the door open. What does this mean? This means that even God can't stand the sight of Connor and his lackey, so He purposefully created the opportunity for me to hit the latter. Otherwise, why would he come to the door

he almost grinned from

mouthful of blood for real. "Y-You..." He pulled his hand away from his stomach, then raised it tremblingly to

sentence. The hard kick he had sustained just now made him feel almost like being hit by a truck. In short, now he felt like his insides had been crushed from the impact, and he nearly passed out from the resulting pain. He felt wretched

blood and appeared to be dying, Tom opened his mouth and

his eyes and said, "Who cares? Just deal with

up to see the man walking toward him. Tall and expressionless, the man had a

presence. Even so, he never expected that the presence projected by the man before him was so oppressive that he felt like being grabbed by the throat when all the man did was lower his eyes and dart a look at him. He dared

breathe and feel that he was still alive. It was unlike just now, when he felt his blood freeze as though

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