Noah looked at them more deeply than before. "You must take responsibility for what you have done." David, who heard that, immediately frowned, looking at Noah sharply. "Why should we be responsible? It's just an ordinary ice sculpture, and the Mall's caretakers can make it again. Why all the fuss?
"Your behavior is evil indeed." Noah looked at David and Gusion with a cold look in his eyes. His hands squeezed irritably in the pockets of his jacket. "You taught my son to misbehave like that, too." Of course, what Noah said made David furious. "Hey, how dare that mouth of yours insult me." He c
David still argued that he didn't want to acknowledge the mistakes made by his son, let alone have to compensate for what he believed to be cheap and worthless property. "No matter the reason, you still have to compensate, sir," Oscar emphasized every word he said, but with a tone that still sounde
David's face instantly froze in fear. He wondered how the man in front of him could know about Ogester and Elfrada's fear of the Midenal Law Firm, which was only known to internal people.But on second thought, the law firm was very famous, and David thought that Noah could have made up a story that
David was surprised by the man's arrival. He knew Hercules very well. Hercules' position was higher than his, especially since Hercules came from the famous Midenal law firm. The abilities and skills possessed by Hercules were much more mature, and of course, the man had more influence.David swallo
David was entirely surprised by what Noah said. "Sir, why do I have to replace it twice?" "That is the choice that Mr. Noah has given you, so you should choose it." As an attorney at law, Hercules represented Noah. "After all, Mr. Noah can ask for any compensation because this incident, of course,
Noah's cell phone rang. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and stared at the flat screen. It was an incoming call from Hercules. Noah swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. "Mr. Noah, good morning. "Sorry to interrupt your time." Hercules sounded so polite talking to Noah on the phone.
Noah looked at the boy with a furrowed brow. "Why are you suddenly talking like that?" The 11-year-old boy named Dashal glared at Noah with his thick eyebrows drawn together. "My father always said that rich people always oppress poor people like us. "They don't know themselves." Dashal showed his