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Chapter 137 Backfired
At the Anderson Real Estate Enterprise, Samuel hums cheerfully as he pushes the door of the General Manager’s office with his coat draped over his shoulder. Although he’s an hour late for work, his father is out on business today and isn’t in the office. When the cat is away, the mice will play. As long as his father is away, the company is under his control. Who would dare challenge him? Samuel casually throws his suit on the sofa and settles himself into the boss's chair, rubbing his head which is still sore from the hangover. Just then, his secretary alerts him to a call. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Quentin wants to speak to you." Melvin? At the mention of the name, Samuel immediately jerks awake. Sitting up, he tells his secretary, "Put him through!" "Yes, Mr. Anderson." After a beep,
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