You are Not Worthy!

"Of course," the security guard said quickly, "she's in the president's office on the top floor of the building, Room B6!"

"Thanks!"

The young man in a suit took out two red bills as a tip.

The young security guard quickly bowed down and smiled. "You're most welcome, Mr. Yackley!"

"Alright, take it!"

The young man in the suit started the car. Before he left, he glanced at Braydon and the others. He smiled contemptuously and drove the car into the ground parking lot.

This was blatant contempt!

Braydon and the rest were completely left hanging.

Tobey Lapras smiled. "Is he from your company?"

"No!" The young security guard replied impatiently.

"That's Polson Yackley, the young chairman of the Yackley Corporation," the older security guard said calmly. 

"The eldest son of the Yackley family, Polson Yackley, of the seven great families of Preston!"

Braydon's thin lips moved slightly.