Chapter 229: They Don't Want You Anymore, Right?

The day of chaos finally came to an end. At closing time, the employees of the Johnson Group fled the office as if they had been pardoned, one by one.

Samuel Johnson emerged from his office to find that not a soul was left in the corridor.

He hummed lightly and touched his face, which was no longer swollen.

One had to say his recovery ability was formidable. For instance, take a broken leg: while it would take others three months to heal, he could be up and hopping around in just one.

His cellphone rang in the deserted corridor. Picking it up, he saw it was Tim Morrison calling.

"Hello?"

"Samuel, have you finished work?" Tim's voice came through, overlaid with heavy metal music—it sounded like he was somewhere lively.

"Mm-hmm," Samuel responded with a haughty hum.

Tim spoke with a laugh, "How about meeting at the usual spot? Haven't seen you in a few days, I kinda missed you."

"Mm-hmm," Samuel hung up the phone.