342 I Want to Leave

Meanwhile, Allen Parker took Mr. Satan to his office.

The entire floor was spacious and bright, filled with all kinds of relaxation and entertainment facilities—there was a movie room, a gaming room with the latest computers, and even a private dining area with a fridge packed full of goodies.

Satan saw through it immediately. "You set all this up for Olivia, didn't you?"

Allen Parker grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, keeping one for himself and handing the other to Mr. Satan. "Who else? You know I never touch snacks."

Mr. Satan chuckled, popped open the beer, and clinked it with Allen's. "Congrats, you finally got what you wanted."

"Thanks," Allen Parker said with a faint smile. "By the way, about the Norman family... have you figured out what you're going to do?"

Mr. Satan pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. "My dad and grandma still want me to take over the Norman family business. I’ve refused so many times, but they just won’t give up."

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