Obviously, Benjamin Walton's words are no longer effective, as the car continues heading toward Wilson Corporation.
"Stop the car!" Benjamin Walton angrily slammed the car door, gritting his teeth, "What, are you planning to abduct me?"
"I wouldn't dare." The manager spoke expressionlessly, yet with a very firm attitude, "President Walton, the board members are all waiting for you at the company, please don't make things difficult for me."
"If I let you off now, are you sure you would be okay?"
The manager's comments made Benjamin Walton turn to look outside; those journalists hadn't given up, and their interview vans followed closely behind, not relaxing a bit.
Right now, if Benjamin Walton got out, there would be only one outcome, being completely overwhelmed.
"A bunch of leeches!" Benjamin Walton cursed viciously.
At this point, Benjamin Walton could only compromise, and the car headed straight to Wilson Corporation, where the conference room was filled with people.
