Chapter 548 Someone Molests Me "Mr. Orwell has something to tell me. I have to go over."

In the face of his wife’s concern, Brandon could only say this.

"Is it about the company again? Didn't you only cooperate with him? Why are you so busy?"

Savanna hugged Roya, who smiled in her arms. In contrast to the child's innocent smile, the worry on Savanna's face was obvious.

"Honey, actually..." At that moment, Brandon wanted to tell her everything, but he really couldn't bear to see Savanna's worried and helpless expression.

Beep. Beep.

His phone rang again. It was Finn calling to urge him.

"Where are you? Lilia is already downstairs. Hurry up and come over!"

"You hold on. I won't be there so soon," Brandon said coldly and then quickly hung up the phone.

He looked at the woman standing in front of him and said, "Savanna, I..."

Savanna sighed and said in an understanding manner, "Go ahead. I said that I won't ask you about that, but I just can’t help it because I'm worried about you."

"Savanna, can you wait a little longer? I'll tell you everything without reservation then."

Brandon walked up to her and lowered his head to leave a kiss on Savanna's forehead.

"Honey, I have to go."

Brandon walked quickly to the garage and picked a sports car which roared as it drove out of the courtyard. At the same time, Lilia had already arrived at the company entrance.

The black BMW was parked in front of the company entrance. She jumped off the driver's seat and barged into the company.

Fortunately, the security guards had already received the notice. After discovering the target, the four security guards stood at the entrance.

As soon as Lilia walked over, the four security guards reached out to stop her. "I'm sorry, Miss. You can't go in."

"Why don't you let me in? Do you know who I am?" Lilia shouted at them in anger. "I am your Mr. Orwell's fiancee, and I will be the proprietress in the future!"

"Ms. Parsons, Mr. Orwell specially ordered not to let you in and said that you have broken up," one security guard replied.

"It was just something he said in the heat of the moment. I know he is sick. I am here today to solve the problem. Hurry up and let me in!" Unwilling to give up, Lilia pushed those bodyguards.

"Ms. Parsons, please go back. You are not welcome here!"

won't leave until I see Finn!"

in a stalemate. Lilia refused to

it were someone else, the security guards would have expelled them with violence. But Finn ordered that they shouldn't

make things difficult for us!" one security guard

"What? It was you guys who stopped me and

in the executive president's

the computer and watched the surveillance camera switched by Gerald, feeling

her so much, but now

make the younger one seriously ill and

stared at the screen for a while and could not bear

to ask Gerald, "Has Brandon

devil.

after work, and I'm stuck in a traffic jam.

wet hair

the viaduct which was packed with cars, and the sound of people talking and honking mixed. It was so

half an hour. Think of a way yourself." Brandon reached out to

the line, hearing that,

the traffic jam, he had no choice but to order, "Tell the security guards to stop

passed on the message through

her. It's time to get off work, and the staff are

he immediately turned to look at the computer screen.

can't let them out!" Lilia looked at these people as if she had seen

dismay. Then one of

replied, "Try your best

said to the other three,

they four formed a human wall and surrounded

the company walked out of the card

these security guards. She rolled her eyes and

shouted, which

who had been working for the whole day immediately

are touching me. They

when did we take

out her fair arm on which bright red fingerprints were printed. "Look! You just

against her, but her skin was too

who surrounded her didn't know what was going on, but when they saw Lilia's pitiful appearance, they became sympathetic and then blamed the

you! You bullied such a young girl in broad

"Bastards!"

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