Linda Hancock took off her sunglasses and arrogantly said, "I'm here to see Lord Imperia."
"May I ask if you have an appointment?"
"Tell Lord Imperia that Linda Hancock is here; he will definitely see me." Linda Hancock lifted her chin, dismissively humming.
The receptionist maintained a polite smile: "Sorry, without an appointment, the president will not see anyone."
Linda Hancock was furious, slamming her hand heavily on the counter, aggressively questioning, "Do you know who I am? Your future president's wife, and if you offend me, I'll have you kicked out immediately!"
"Sorry, please make an appointment first."
"Wait until I see Lord Imperia; let's see what I'll do to you!" she said, intending to force her way in.
The receptionist quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Sorry, Miss Hancock, if you try to force your way in, I'll have to call security."
"Who do you think you are, daring to stop me?" With that, Linda Hancock raised her hand to hit her.
