Chapter 140

"That old man William Johnson is almost thirty and still so shameless!" Mia Harris slammed the table in anger. "The vice president of BestTech Group actually humiliated you in public. Who does he think he is?"

"Mia!" Emily Smith quickly covered her mouth. "Stop it."

Mia shook her off. "Why shouldn't I say it? He was the one who provoked you first, and now he's making you look bad in front of everyone. A scumbag like him deserves to be torn to pieces!"

Emily pressed her lips together and whispered, "Actually, this is good."

"Good? How?" Mia widened her eyes.

"The more he acts like this, the clearer I see his true colors." Emily lowered her lashes. "It's better to face reality now than to keep being trapped in illusions."

Hearing this, Mia finally calmed down and took her hand. "You're right. A jerk like him isn't worth it."

Outside the private room, William's expression darkened dangerously. Amanda Lin, holding his arm, chuckled softly. "So there are women who don't care about you after all."

The manager asked nervously, "Mr. Johnson, will you still be dining?"

William gave him a cold glance before turning to leave. Amanda smiled sweetly at the manager. "Please let those two inside know they should learn their place."

The manager wiped sweat from his brow. When Emily and Mia left later, he relayed the message truthfully.

"What?" Mia jumped in shock. "He heard everything?"

The manager nodded awkwardly.

Mia paled. "Oh no. Is he going to retaliate?"

Emily reassured her, "He won't. That's not the kind of person he is."

"How do you know?" Mia eyed her suspiciously.

Emily said softly, "If he wanted to make things difficult for me, he would have done it already."

Mia sighed. "Whatever. If I see that scumbag again, I'll curse him out every time!"

Back at the company, Emily threw herself into work. When her shift ended, Daniel Chen called to say he'd pick her up.

After a brief hesitation, she agreed.

As she stepped out of the building, Daniel was already waiting by the roadside. Spotting her, he waved and called, "Emily!"

A car passed by as Daniel hurried to the middle of the road, reaching out his hand. Emily took it, and they dashed across the street together.

On the 67th floor, in the vice president's office, William stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the scene unfold. His grip on his phone tightened, knuckles turning white.