Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Iâm Used to It, Do You Have an Opinion Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Iâm Used to It, Do You Have an Opinion âWilliam Griffith! How did you get here? What, want to beat me up again? Let me tell you, Iâm not afraid of you!â
The term âold ladyâ⦠Cherish Turner was now completely shameless due to the alcohol, leaving the men and women at the scene completely stunned after she blurted out such bold words!
Cherish Turner must have gone mad. How could she dare to speak to the big boss this way? He is currently the biggest investor of their comic company, the one with the big buck. If they offend him, theyâll have nothing to eat!
Look at Boss Griffithâs face, itâs utterly disgusted!
âUh, President Griffith, Cherish is drunk, sheâs talking nonsense, please donât take her seriouslyâ¦â Editor-in-Chief Davis came forward to mediate. In reality, he eagerly played the good guy, not worried at all that President Griffith would really be mad at Cherish.
âYes, yes, you canât take a drunk person seriously, President Griffith, youâre a generous man!â
Another one of Cherish Turnerâs good female colleagues spoke up.
However, Yara King was unusually stupid and began to criticize Cherish in front of William Griffith.
âJust because youâre drunk, you can act so arrogantly? President Griffith is a big figure in our company, and this Cherish⦠sheâs so impolite that I donât know who spoiled her with such a bad temper.â
Yara Kingâs words obviously intend to curry favor with William Griffith, but it seems that she has shot herself in the foot.
âMiss King really surprises me. I didnât expect that a colleague in your company would not maintain any professional courtesy, but instead gossip?â
William Griffith actually stood up for Cherish over such a trivial matter, which shocked Yara King.
He openly defended Cherish. Whatâs so good about that girl!Could it be true, as rumored in the company, that William Griffith likes Cherish Turner?
But, how is that possible?
Yara King sat down in frustration, not daring to look at William Griffith anymore. She had met William Griffith a few times and felt that he was just like a typical businessman, noble and indifferent, shrewd and ruthless.
But now, he seems a little dangerous and mysterious.
When William saw Cherish in that state, his eyebrows involuntarily twitched as he stared fiercely at Cherish.
George Davis couldnât stand the strong aura of William Griffith and hurriedly nudged Cherish, who was next to him:
âCherish, speak more subtly, um, subtly!â Otherwise, you really wonât even know how you died!
At this moment, Cherish Turner paid no attention to backing down, whether she was truly drunk or not, she rushed up and grabbed William Griffithâs collar:
âI wonât, who do you think you are, William Griffith?â
The people at the scene drew a breath of cold air, scared to look at William Griffithâs expression.
George Davis, being a veteran, quickly stood up to signal everyone to leave after they finished eating, leaving only Cherish Turner and William Griffith.
This girl, who does not behave if not disciplined, itâs true, she needs to be taught a lesson!
Cherish Turner didnât know how she was taken to that flashy black Maserati by William Griffith. By the time she came to her senses, she had already arrived at the entrance of her property complex.
Cherish Turner was so angry, she wouldnât let William Griffith send her home. If her parents saw this, it wouldnât turn out good!
With a âclunkâ, she opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car, which scared William Griffith. The car was still running, if she rushed out like this and got hurt, what should he do?
âGet away from me or believe it, I will really hit you!â Cherish Turner, emboldened by the slight effects of the alcohol, gave a warning. Nobody should bother her today; she will hit whoever does, one for one, two for a pair! As she said that, Cherish swung her small claws, which were tightly wrapped by William Griffithâs big palm.