But why would the security guards care what he said?
They had already received orders long ago to "escort" these people out.
Of course he had to do his own job properly; a company like Peace Group, with such high salary and good benefits, wasn't easy to come by, and he really cherished this job!
So the diligent security guards worked together to "escort" Old Mrs. Wilson and Emerie Wilson out of the building, directly sending them out through the main entrance.
"Please don't come here making a scene and disrupting the company's normal office order," the guard said politely.
"What the hell are you? Charles Seymour, you'll be struck by lightning for this!" Emerie cursed at the top of her lungs; right now she wished she could tear Charles apart with her bare hands.
Old Mrs. Wilson was also furious, standing at the entrance, trembling all over.
