With Frank's order, more than a dozen security guards with rubber sticks stood at the door of the company, standing in a fan shape to block Charles and the staff out, getting ready to attack at any time.
Charles got up from the ground and wiped the thick phlegm off his face. He stared at Frank with fury.
"Frank, you bastard you didn't keep your promise. After using me, you kicked me aside."
Frank glared at him haughtily, "I'm the son of the rich family in Philadelphia. You're just a worker. You think you deserve to be used by me?"
Charles spat at Frank, but he was blocked by the loyal guard.
Charles's sneak attack was not successful, but he still scolded, "Goodwin, you are shameless. You go back on your words but blame us!"
"Colleagues, come on. It's this bastard who has cheated us.
