"Sir, this is the headquarters of the Traditional Medicine Association, it's not a place for you to cause trouble!"
"Please leave!"
The security guards glared angrily at Lionel Yeager.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave."
Lionel Yeager shook his head, then said, "By the way, I suggest you guys hurry up and give Mr. Holt a call.
Just tell him I'm waiting for him and tell him to come quickly.
By the way, my name is Lionel Yeager."
After saying that, Lionel Yeager walked towards the outside.
"Bah!"
The long-haired woman spat and said, "I don't care what your name is, making a call, yeah right, what a ridiculous call!"
The short-haired woman glanced at Lionel Yeager's back, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.
She thought for a moment, then went to the front desk and picked up the landline to make a call to Malcom Hodge.
The phone rang for a while before it was finally answered.
