Chapter Seventy-Eight

He was about to step out of the company through the main reception exit when Madam Felicia came from nowhere and slapped him hard on his face.

"What's the meaning of this?!" He held himself so strong else he would have given her a hard one on her face, after all, she wasn't his mother or anything important to him.

Some staff and guests who had visited the company were left in awe at the shocking sight.

"Are you mad?!" Madam Felicia spat at his face.

"If you don't explain your action, I swear I will slap you back." He threatened her seriously.

"Who gave you the right to fire my son?!" Madam Felicia questioned him in annoyance.

"I haven't done that, I was giving it a second thought but with this, I will definitely see to it that he is fired." He informed her curtly.

"For your mind, you have grown wings, huh?" Madam Felicia scoffed. "Don't push me to the wall, Jamal. If you dare touch or do anything displeasing to my son, I will never let you go scout-free." Madam Felicia warned him.

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