Artis Hardy stepped into the sleek, modern headquarters of Texter Technologies, only to find a significantly different atmosphere than his previous visit. The lingering tension and frosty reception had dissipated, replaced by a polite and cautious demeanor from the staff. It looked like the dramatic effects of the previous event were yet to be forgotten, and no one wanted to risk offending him again.As Artis made his way through the bustling corridors to reach the top floor where his office was located, employees nodded respectfully and exchanged polite greetings.This time, the air was charged with curiosity, and Artis could feel the weight of eyes on him as he entered the lift.As he stepped out, he found that Claire McKonnell was already waiting for him in the hallway outside his office, probably the receptionist had informed her in advance. She offered a warm smile, "Good morning, Mr. Hardy. It's a pleasure to have you here," Claire greeted him, leading the way into his office

Eliza just smiled at Artis' words as she continued;"Of course, who wouldn't love to be friends with this adorable little girl?"At the same time, Eva raised her head and excitedly added;"Yes, daddy! Miss Eliza is really nice, she also promised to bring me a teddy bear next time. And she told me stories about ducks and princesses and also unicorns!"Artis couldn't hold back his laughter after hearing about his daughter's list of topics she wanted to hear stories about. Although he had been quite alarmed after seeing two strangers with his daughter at first, he was a little at ease now. But still, his heart wasn't completely comfortable with this arrangement.Seeing the frown on his face, Eliza began to speak."Actually, Mike is known to be a little hot- headed, you know. And everyone else also rushed to help him out when they heard that he had gotten into an accident.But when we found out through Morris that it was just a mistake and he was creating drama on purpose to extort money

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Scarlet parked her car with shaking hands and hurriedly got off. But as soon as she turned around, she unexpectedly saw Jason standing in the parking lot as well, leaning against his car. At first, he was scrolling through her phone, and she thought that it might be someone else. But just as she was about to walk past, he raised his head, confirming that it was him. She approached him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity and asked, "Jason, what's going on? Why did you ask me to come, is everything okay?" Jason gestured towards the entrance with an air of seriousness. "Oh, you're here! Let's go inside first." Saying this, he didn't wait for a reply and directly began to walk, and Scarlet followed reluctantly. When she had rushed there in such a hurry, then she might as well go in now, right? As they entered the hotel, Scarlet's anticipation began to grow as Jason led her to the private room, where a middle aged man was already seated. He was in his early fifties, and his

"Excuse me?!" Artis exclaimed, shocked."I want to go inside, but you won't let me, and now you are telling me I can't even stand at the entrance? What kind of rule is that? Do you treat all your guests like this?" The other security guard also stepped forward to support his partner, looking at Artis like he was someone who was just here to cause trouble."No, but not every guest tries to force their way in like this. This isn't the place for someone like you," the second guard sneered, his tone dripping with condescension.Meanwhile, frustration was building up in Artis' heart, as he tried to ignore the disdainful words. He just wanted to go inside, take his wife out of this place and never step foot here- and yet, these people were really testing his patience. "I haven't tried to force my way in. I am just respectfully asking you to let me go in and meet my wife-""Listen! If you want to go inside to beg for alms so desperately, then you better get a reservation in advance. But I