Chapter 1391:

“Your boss, Mr. Dawson, has seen me multiple times and didn’t bat an eye. Why do you care so much?” Presley said sharply.

Raymond hesitated. “Mr. Dawson saw you working here before?”

Presley replied, “Yes, we met a few days back. He thought I was overqualified for cleaning and suggested I join the secretarial staff, but I turned him down. I’m still in the middle of this messy divorce, and if—”

“Get security up here.” Raymond had heard enough. He called the front desk and didn’t spare Presley a glance. “If you’re about to tell me that Mr. Dawson remembers you from his university days, I might buy that. But don’t waste your breath on any romantic nonsense. Mr. Dawson only loves his wife.”

When it came to Bryan, there was no gray area. Without Eileen, he was like a well-oiled machine—cold, precise, and utterly devoid of emotion.

Presley was stunned. She had clawed her way into the firm, replacing a janitorial worker’s spot.

reach the top floor. And today, of all days, her luck had run out. Even if

a contract with this company. If

telling you to leave. If Mr. Dawson finds you

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and out poured a dozen security guards, swiftly surrounding Raymond and

not to come within ten miles of this company, no matter what

didn’t waste a second. They grabbed Presley and began dragging her away, her struggles barely slowing them

but they didn’t even flinch. Raymond, standing closest to the splash zone, ended up with his sleeve drenched in the dirty water. He grimaced and headed

I’m in this mess! How can you treat me like this—” Presley’s rant was cut short as a guard slapped a hand

commotion had already caught the attention of a few secretaries peeking out from their offices, their minds spinning

had even gone to the security office to watch the surveillance footage of

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