Chapter 947


    At this moment, Angeline, Grand Asia''s president, was sitting in the office. She had erupted with a


    thundering fury.


    "I spent hundreds of billions building Tourmaline Estate, not for you to build some jerry-built building


    project. There was a stormst night and the wall copsed just like that. Can someone exin to


    me what the hell is going on?"


    "Please calm down, Ms. Severe. This is the designer''s fault. Something is wrong with the blueprint."


    “Where''s the designer? I want to see him immediately. Don’t undertake a hard job if you don’t have


    the necessary skills for it." Angeline was furious.


    Several fishermen rudely escorted Ben to the office where the president was giving the admonitory


    talk. From a distance, Ben could already hear the president''s furious shouts. "What is the designer


    doing? Eating sh*t? How can you make mistakes on such a simple structure?”


    When Manager Hanes brought Ben inside, several fishermen kicked Ben behind his knees, causing


    him t o crash to the ground in front of Angeline.


    Angeline had always had eyes on the back of her head. Ben lowered her head, his dashing face as


    cold a s an ice sculpture. Angeline stared condescendingly at


    him, but all she could see was his messy ck hair.


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    "Are you the one who drew the blueprint?" Angeline asked.


    Ben did not answer.


    Angeline s smoky eyes darkened sharply. "I''m asking you a question. Answer me. Are you dumb or


    deaf?" Her voice was cold and sharp.


    "No." Ben squeezed out the two words between his teeth.


    When Angeline heard the familiar voice, she was stupefied as though she had been struck by


    lightning.


    Manager Hanes chided, "You’re lying, Ben. Is this how you repay me after your wife begged me to


    bring you out to the city?"


    Ben closed his eyes, the very eyes that were filled with helplessness.


    Manager Hanes was using his family to threaten him, hence he changed his answer and said, "I


    drew part of it."


    Manager Hanes said, "And it just so happened that there was a problem with the part you drew."


    Ben raised his eyes, ring coldly at Manager Hanes with his dark and profound pupils.


    Manager Hanes was a little stupefied. He did not know that Ben’s gaze could look so scary.


    When Grayson saw Ben''s face, he almost fell to the


    ground in shock.


    This was his president!


    Jay Ares!


    Grayson suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and stared at Angeline in a daze.


    When Angeline heard Manager Hanes saying that Jay was married, her heart started twisting in


    knots.


    "Nitroglycerin, Grayson?" Angeline clutched her aching heart and cried out for help.


    Grayson said to one of the Ghost bodyguards. "Go and grab the nitroglycerin."


    When Manager Hanes saw how Ben had angered the president to the point where she was even


    suffering from a heart attack, he attempted to curry favor with Angeline and stepped forward


    furiously. He waved his hand to give Ben a vicious p across his face.


    Grayson stepped forward quickly and raised his hand t o grab Manager Hanes’ hand. Then with a


    forceful push, Manager Hanes'' body was thrown into the air like a weightless moth before crashing


    down heavily.


    Ben was astonished as he eyed Grayson questioningly.


    Grayson had stood up for him. His stand was very obvious.


    The sharp pain in Angeline''s heart slowly adjusted back to its mild and gentle state. She red at


    Jay and thought in her heart, ''I''ve lost all appetite and


    suffered all day and night for you. Now that we''ve finally met after separating for so long, you threw


    me a huge bomb instead by marrying another man.'' "Tie up this designer and bring him to Grand


    Asia, Grayson. I want to interrogate him properly."


    Grayson was stumped, looking slightly uncertain. "Do you want me to tie him up for real?"


    Angelina eyed Grayson furiously, then lowered her voice and whispered, "Tie loosely."


    Grayson understood. "Yes, Ms. Severe."


    The Ghost members found afortable strip of pure cotton cloth and tied Jay’s hands behind his


    back.


    Then... there was awkwardness.


    They did not know if they should treat their foster father reverently or treat him as someone who had


    made a terrible mistake.