Chapter 1175

“Manager Goode?”

Supervisor Sandler was taken aback before he yelled mockingly, “Presumptuous! What right do you

have to mention Manager Goode? Do you think we’re at a small gathering where you can talk about

him so casually?”

The audience’s blood boiled at his words.

“Supervisor Sandler, hurry up and get rid of this rubbish!”

“This idiot is really good at bragging.”

“A poor place like Riverdale is really good at producing rubbish. It’s really shocking.”

At this time, everyone’s gaze at Philip was full of disdain and contempt.

Philip frowned slightly at these countless accusations.

Supervisor Sandler did not want to delay this matter any further, so he turned his head and shouted,

“Where’s the security guard? Hurry up and throw this filthy guy out for me.”

“Sneaking into the private banquet for the owners of Blossoms Park is not an easy act to forgive. Call

the cops too. I want to see what the police have to say about someone sneaking into private territory.”

Everyone looked at the forlorn Philip with pity.

At this time, who would dare to stand up and intercede for him?

Yolanda did not speak, but the pleasure in her eyes was evidently growing stronger.

This piece of trash was finally being taught a good lesson by someone else.

A wastrel like Philip was really the scum of society.

Supervisor Sandler also picked up the intercom and called the security.

Gil stood proudly and sneered at Philip, “As I said, rubbish like you isn’t at the same level as us. I can

drive you out with just one word, but what about you? What can you do now?”

At this time, some people responded to Gil’s words and shouted for Philip to get lost.

Philip stood there silently, his eyes drooping and his body motionless. His thoughts were unknown.

He said, “Your ridicule and insults now is the price for your regrets later.”

When everyone heard Philip’s words, their faces were dumbfounded.

“Haha, this bum is really not afraid to say anything.”

“This is ridiculous! Who does he think he is? He really thinks he’s some big character.”

“Didn’t he say he knows Manager Goode? I want to see if Manager Goode will come here because of

him.”

Everyone laughed.

Yolanda stared at Philip sarcastically and said, “Philip, you’re truly a disgrace to the people of

Riverdale. If Wynn finds out you’re doing this, won’t she jump off the building in anger?”

At the next moment!

At the entrance of the main hall, four security guards rushed in.

Supervisor Sandler pointed directly at Philip sternly and shouted to the four security guards, “Hurry up

and throw him out! If he dares to sneak in again, just break his legs!”

“Yes!”

Immediately, the four security guards approached Philip coldly and with anticipation.

Seeing that they were about to come to blows, everyone’s faces were full of scorn.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

“Who dares to throw him out?!”

When everyone looked for the owner of the voice, they saw that the crowd had already parted.

A middle-aged man in a suit strode over briskly with a cold face.

As soon as he appeared, he carried an invincible aura of intensity. He was looking at the banquet hall,

making many people shrink back in fear.

Those cold eyes of his swept over the place, the chill and arrogance in his eyes making countless

people bow their heads.

“Who is this person, trying to help that wimp?”

An onlooker sneered.

The companion of the person who spoke recognized that man, and his face changed immediately. He

hurriedly covered his mouth and said, “Are you crazy? Don’t you recognize Manager Goode?”

“Manager Goode? The capable assistant to Sam Cohen and the president of Soaring Real Estate

Group, Anson Goode?”

The person who spoke before was taken aback for a moment. He then suddenly thought of something

as his face instantly turned pale. He quickly fell silent.

The newcomer was none other than Anson Goode.

“Manager Goode?”

The moment he saw Anson, Supervisor Sandler’s face changed. A bad feeling welled in his heart.

He squeezed a smile and said, “Why are you here?”

“Hmph, if I didn’t turn up, were you going to drive away the guest I invited?” Anson snorted coldly.

He was furious, and his face seemed to be able to shave off frost.

“Mr. Clarke is my distinguished guest. What are you trying to do by chasing him away and calling the

police?”

After listening to Anson’s words, Supervisor Sandler’s face changed completely.