"I haven't found Ms. Parsons yet."
Jase said with difficulty. When he saw Scott's sullen expression, he could not help but swallow his saliva.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! All of you can't find a person back." Scott's chest heaved violently. "Why am I raising a bunch of good-for-nothings? I want to fire you all!"
"Mr. Parsons, please calm down. I will urge them to continue searching. The staff meeting is about to begin. You need to come over now."
Scott stood up. "If they can't find her, fire them all. A bunch of trash!"
Scott stood at the door of the conference room, not in a hurry to enter it. Instead, he tidied up the black suit he was wearing.
The custom-made suit was all expensive. The fabric was ironed straight without a single wrinkle.
The tidy details of the clothes could reflect a person's elegant air, but it showed the exact opposite effect on Scott at this time.