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Chapter 28 Kneel Before My Girl!
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Mark remained with his arms crossed, closely observing this pair of fools.

Was it for them that the project manager intended to approve their proposal?

Mark even suspected that, without Briana around, if Grandma Vasconcelos handed over the reins of the company to Katrina, Vasconcelos Company would go bankrupt!

James intervened sarcastically, "I have to correct you, my dear. This beggar is INDEED a criminal. His crime is wasting our oxygen!"

Katrina glances at James. "That's why I'm giving the janitor a chance to redeem himself.

"If he manages to improve my mood, we can even talk to your father to let him have the janitor job."

Katrina's mocking gaze and laughter revealed her true stance.

James yelled at Mark, "Are you listening, janitor? Kneel before my girl!"

Having had enough, Mark decided to end the conversation with an icy tone.

"Don't worry if I get a job or not. Unlike you, I can handle things on my own.

"Furthermore, if I were you, I wouldn't rely so much on the cunning and pow
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