Chapter 1803
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: 549690339
With that said, a row of employees carrying cardboard boxes filed in. Each of their names were written on the cardboard boxes, and they were filled with their personal belongings.
After Murong Mian finished speaking, everyoneâs expression turned into one of shock. Was she ... Telling them to take their things and leave?
No one spoke, and the conference room fell into silence.
After a long time, someone finally stood up and slammed the table.ââMurong Mian, whatâs the meaning of this?â
After he took the lead, the others stood up one after another. They were all filled with righteous indignation and looked at Murong Mian with fire in their eyes ...
âYes, what are you doing?â he shouted.
âDid I make it sound complicated?â Murong Mian shrugged. Or do you not understand what Iâm saying? the meaning is simple, youâre fired. â
âWhat right do you have?â
âWhat right do you have to fire us?â
Murong Mianâs lips curled into a devilish smile.âBecause this company belongs to my family. If I want to fire you, youâll have to ... Get lost!â
If it wasnât for the fact that there were too many people yesterday and things would get out of hand, he would have asked these people to get lost.
All of them were useless, selfish, and greedy. They were like parasites in the company. They wanted more, appreciation, and a raise. They were not afraid of being stuffed to death.
Ji Mianmian raised her chin from behind Murong Mian. âHmph, my husband is so domineering.â
If I let you, youâll have to get lost.
âOh, I forgot. My husband is a fake Murong Mian. But, it doesnât matter if itâs spicy. Iâm very handsome now.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The second person to leave yesterday to go to the hospital to see his illegitimate son said gloomily,ââWeâre all appointed by the chairman himself. Even if he wants to fire us, youâre not the only one ... Anyway, you donât have the final say. â
Murong Mian didnât reply to him. Instead, she asked,âTsk, cousin, your dark circles are quite heavy. It looks like you didnât rest well yesterday. Eh, I see a scratch on your neck. Itâs not serious, right?â
The manâs heart skipped a beat. This little bastard knew everything.
He clenched his fist.âItâs none of your business.â
Murong Mian nodded seriously.âYes, he does. I donât have a child yet anyway. I donât have to raise someone elseâs son.â
âYou ... You ...â The manâs face turned red, and his blood vessels were about to burst.
When he arrived at the hospital yesterday, the child had lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion. As the childâs father, he naturally did not want to pass on his responsibility, but his little lover cried and refused to let him check his blood type.
He was concerned about his son and did not think so much. In the end ... The nurse told him that his son had type A blood and he was Type B. How did a father with Type B give birth to a son with type A blood?
He was so angry that he almost died. He beat up the mistress, only to find out that she already had a boyfriend when they were together. She knew that he liked sons, and it just so happened that she was pregnant and gave birth to them.
Murong Mian laughed coldly,âcousin, you just said that my father appointed you, and thatâs true. But what does that have to do with me firing you?â My father is already old, and Iâm the head of the Murong family now. I donât like you, so I want you to get lost. Do I need your doubt?â
âOh, right ...â
Murong Mian reached out her hand and Madam Murong handed him a document. He slammed it on the table.âCousin, donât forget to make up for the money youâve used. Since weâre relatives, Iâll give you three days.â