"Nonsense! How is that possible! It's not true at all." Allen immediately countered, "Which eye of yours saw her persecuting the employer? She is clearly a dedicated housekeeper explaining in great detail how to serve our employer well. We are only responsible for security, and nothing else is our concern."
"OK." Sieg nodded helplessly and didn't take it to heart, after all, it really wasn't their business.
Soon, the employer arrived at the airport in a black Cadillac. Getting out of the car, he spoke with the airport staff, and then was helped onto the plane by Lisa. The old man seemed to be in good spirits, his face rosy, even wearing a flamboyant red suit.
Not at all like a sickly person.
"Hello, Mr. Wenke, we are in charge of security for this trip, you can call me Sieg, and on behalf of our entire security team, I salute you." After the employer settled into the luxurious cabin of the plane, Sieg took the initiative to speak.
