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“Damn it!”

Jordan realized it was a trap laid by the Camdens to lure him over.

Ryan walked straight towards Jordan and hollered at him.

“Take off the clothes and hat that you’re wearing!”

With a look of bewilderment, Jordan asked, “What do you mean?”

At this moment, Drew, who was grinning, walked over.

“What do you mean? Do you know who he is? He is your boss! He’s Ryan Dunn, the general agent of Ubereats in Orlando!”

Ryan humphed coldly. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll get the manager, Claire, to call you.”

Soon, Claire called Jordan.

“Jordan, what did you do to provoke Mr. Dunn? He has already fired you!”

Jordan sneered, as he didn’t expect his career as a takeout deliverer to end like that.

To be honest, he enjoyed delivering takeout as it allowed him to meet people from all walks of life and train one’s temper and character.

He wanted to end his career as a takeout deliverer perfectly, but that bastard Ryan ruined his plan!

Ryan started hollering at Jordan, “Hurry up and remove your clothes! I have already fired you!”

His clothes, hat, and motorbike all belonged to Ubereats. Since Jordan had been fired, he was no longer qualified to use them.

“Sure.”

With a grim expression, he removed the yellow takeout deliverer’s uniform in front of everyone.

like a dog!”

even had the guts to hit

Ryan’s employee now and had no choice but to obey

uniform and tossed it onto

I heard that your proxy

he asked, “What does that have to do with

don’t have to go to the capital to discuss the contract renewal anymore. You will no longer be the general

Jordan’s grandfather had rejected his attempt to

single call from Jordan,

to earn more money as the general agent, so

to stop being the proxy agent just because you said so? Do you

no one was optimistic about takeout delivery, but I forked over the cash to

money you fork out, you can’t become the general agent anymore. You

Ryan said, “You…”

Mrs. Camden

you good-for-nothing, don’t

then you beat up my grandson. Today,

you dare

Jordan humphed. “Why not!?!”

the Marriott Hotel’s

other guests who were there to

were all distinguished figures in

officials, mafia bosses, businessmen, and artists whose strength was unimaginable to

not feel the slightest

so in the tiny

advantages

to the lobby of the hotel at a

banquet, and hence, there were no outsiders in the lobby except for

Jordan entered, even the servers

Mrs. Camden was sitting in a chair in the middle of the living

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