Jack was shocked when his shoulder was pulled from behind, causing him to stagger. He managed to keep his balance, though his patience was wearing thin.
“Who gave you permission to enter this area, huh?” barked the security guard, his gaze cold and assessing.
Jack sighed and looked at the guard. It was evident the man had no idea who he was dealing with—the son of the owner of Zenith Group, the very leader of the company himself.
“You don’t know who I am?” Jack asked, an eyebrow arched.
The guard sneered. “We know enough. You’re a beggar trying to break in here looking for a job, right?” he mocked, his tone laced with disdain.
“Too bad, pal, we don’t let beggars into this area. This place is for important people!”
A faint chuckle escaped Jack’s lips as he folded his arms, visibly amu
