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!"

see Finn!"

in a stalemate. Lilia refused to leave, which made these security guards in a

would have expelled them with violence. But Finn ordered that they shouldn't be rude to

Parsons, please do us a favor. Don't make things difficult for

It was you guys who

in the executive president's

the computer and watched the surveillance camera switched

liked her so much, but now he was

seriously ill and

screen for a while and could not

to ask Gerald,

devil.

a traffic jam. I won't

driver's seat, and his wet hair had already been

viaduct which was packed with cars, and the sound of

yourself." Brandon reached out to comb his hair

the other side of the line, hearing that, Finn darkened his

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

passed on the message through the

her. It's time to get off work, and the staff are walking toward the gate one

look at the computer screen. At the gate where Lilia was, the employees who

let them out!" Lilia looked at these people as if

guards looked at each other in dismay. Then one

"Try your best to stop

order and said to the other three, "Stop Ms. Parsons. Mr.

formed a

of the company walked out of the card machine

she was weak and couldn't defeat these security guards. She

Help! Someone molested me," Lilia shouted, which immediately attracted

do that at the entrance of the Orwell Group. The employees who had been working for the whole

security guards are touching me. They want to take advantage of

did we take advantage of

out her fair arm on which bright red fingerprints were

didn't dare to use force against

but when they saw Lilia's pitiful appearance, they became sympathetic

such

"Bastards!"

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