"Elijah Walker, you better leave now. Mr. Robbins saying he's firing you at this time has already given you plenty of face."
"Why?"
However, Elijah Walker didn't care about what Alexander Taylor said, his hands at his sides clenched fiercely, his eyes full of resentment as he stared at George Robbins.
"Why, don't you know what you've done?" George Robbins couldn't be bothered with Elijah Walker.
But Elijah Walker wasn't ready to let it go, he fearlessly stared into George Robbins' eyes: "If I'm so unaware, then please, Mr. Robbins, tell me why."
"You!"
George Robbins slammed the table fiercely, obviously angered by Elijah Walker's words, "What's my status? Don't I have the right to fire you? You're just a minor designer in the company, where do you get the guts to talk to me this way!"
The anger in Elijah Walker's eyes started to fade, and his gaze suddenly became calm and indifferent, giving George Robbins a sense of guilt when he looked back at him.
