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Seeing this scene, Walter Smith’s face turned pale with fright.
“Miss Chen, I hope I’m not too late?”
I glanced at the time and quipped:
“If Uncle Waiter had been a moment later, Bay City might have needed a new richest man.”
Walter Smith instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
There was a loud slap, and five bright red fingerprints appeared on William’s face.
“You fool! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Get over here and apologize to Miss Chen right now!”
William was clearly stunned by the slap, looking at his father in bewilderment.
“Dad, have you gone senile? Why are you hitting me?”
“This bitch was the one who disrespected you and looked down on our family. Why are you taking an outsider’s side and scolding me?”
Seeing this scene, my anger subsided a little.
But this alone was far from enough. The Chen family still owed me an explanation!
Walter Smith glared furiously at his son and slapped him again.
“You still have the nerve to ask me why?”
“Who are you to question Miss Chen’s actions?”
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“Who are you to question Miss Chen’s actions?”
I have to say, the Smith Group founder was much smarter in handling the situation than his son.
Walter Smith’s words were forceful, but William’s mind was in a fog.
He couldn’t understand why his father would get so angry for the sake of an outsider.
Unfortunately, only a select few knew the reasons behind this.
And Walter Smith happened to be one of them.
“Uncle Smith, this woman is clearly looking down on your family. Mr. Smith is just trying to save face for the family. Why are you getting so
angry?”
“Even if she has some connections, this is still Bay City after all. We can’t just lose face no matter what!”
The onlookers nodded in agreement after hearing Yasmin’s words.
But Walter Smith made a decision completely different from everyone else’s expectations.
“You’re my son’s personal assistant, Yasmin Zhang, right?”
“I’m officially notifying you now – you’re fired!”
To outsiders, it might seem that Walter Smith had been away from business for many years and couldn’t read the current situation.
But only I knew he was making a final effort to protect the Smith family.
I found an ideal observation spot and sat down, temporarily handing the stage over to him.
Walter Smith’s performance certainly didn’t disappoint me.
In front of all the media reporters present, he pointed at his son and cursed loudly, not caring about his image:
“William Smith, I’m ordering you now as the founder of Smith Group – apologize to Miss Chen immediately!”
“If you’re still stubborn and keep pestering her, I’ll disown you as my son!”
With that, he straightened his back and stood in front of me.
Walter Smith’s words were like the final straw that broke the camel’s back for everyone present.
On one side was the face of Smith Group, on the other was his own father. William fell silent.
Just as the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, I slowly stood up.
“No need to apologize,
“I think my connection with your Smith family has pretty much run its course.”
