The Billionaire Gardener

Chapter Fifteen

Asphalt's phone rang. It was his boss, Mr. Lowell, calling him. Eagerly, he put the phone on loudspeaker, expecting praise from Mr. Lowell as usual. He would want Ralph and Fancy to know how high and valuable his boss viewed him. However, his excitement turned to shock.

“Hell….” Mr. Lowell cut him off and unleashed a barrage of reprimands on him.

“You bastard! What are you doing? Is that how to treat a client? Do you know who is before you? A client referred to us by a respected friend who can make Rovers Group withdraw their shares. If they do, we are finished. You idiot. Is Fancy there?”

“Yes,…yes sir,” Asphalt stammered.

“As from this moment, she is now the director. You will go back to being a receptionist. No! Not receptionist! I wouldn’t want you to tell clients off at the entrance. I will decide a very lowly position for you when I return from my trip. Till then, help the cleaners tidy the premises!” Mr. Lowell's harsh verdict left Asphalt dumbfounded.

Asphalt, bewildered,