At this moment, a sound of footsteps approached, and a dozen security guards in black uniforms flooded in with batons.
"President."
The leader looked at Jun Moyan, seeming to ask for any instructions, and meanwhile scanned the large office, finding nothing that seemed to require their intervention.
Jun Moyan's long fingers pointed at the girl whose face had turned pale with fright, his voice cold:
"Remember this face. If she dares to appear in the company again, you all get out."
"Yes."
The dozen guards all turned to look at the girl, seemingly committing her face to memory.
Without waiting for further instructions from Jun Moyan, the leader made a gesture, and two security guards walked toward the girl.
"You, you, what are you doing? Don't come over."
"Don't touch me."
"Get your filthy hands off me, don't touch me."
"My father won't let you get away with this."
"Don't touch me."
