"My father is the Duke of Wills, if you dare hit me, my father will definitely..."
"Slap."
A crisp slap interrupted everything the girl was about to say, her face turned to the side.
The receptionist's hands trembled with excitement, feeling both relieved and fearful.
It was definitely the first time the girl had been hit, slapped, left stunned for quite a while.
"Go to the Finance Department and have your phone compensated," Jun Moyan's calm voice rang out again, breaking the silence in the room.
"Th-thank you, President," the receptionist quickly thanked him, tightly holding the broken phone, trembling with excitement.
She really didn't expect the high and mighty president, whom she could only look up to, would treat an employee of his company this way, even if she was just a small receptionist.
"Then, President, we'll take our leave," the leading security guard said to Jun Moyan.
