He said lowly, “You little brat, I brought you up here so you could see firsthand how I’m closing the deal with the VIP guest you invited. That new project of yours? I’m going to take over!”
No wonder he asked me to come up because he wanted to humiliate me in person.
I sneered, “But aren’t you afraid this VIP guest will help me?”
William laughed. “I know that the VIP guest is very capable, but we’ve already spoken and he strongly supports me leading the project, then you’re out.”
Celine also came over and instructed the security, “Get the hose and rinse him down as quickly as possible. High water pressure won’t be a problem.”
Then I endured another round of torture from the high-pressure water jet. My whole body felt cold and I probably got a fever.
William ordered, “Quick! Get Bertrand a change of clothes!”
A security guard immediately came over, helped me and wore a suit. Wearing clothes while still wet was uncomfortable enough, but this suit was ill-fitting and too small for me, wearing it felt like torture.
“Did you do this on purpose?”
My mom suddenly yelled at me, “You’re wearing that dead bastard’s clothes! Are you deliberately trying to upset me?”
“Dead bastard?”