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Chapter 1177

He looked at Gil reproachfully.

“Is Mr. Clarke someone you can humiliate casually?”

“I’ll talk to your father about this matter myself.”

After he finished speaking, he ignored Gil's pale face, turned his head to Philip, and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Clarke, Mr. Cohen and a few friends are waiting for you upstairs.”

“Sure.”

Philip nodded, glanced at Gil Dean lightly, then smiled before turning away.

Supervisor Sandler could not take it anymore. He slumped to the ground, his face pale.

Gil lowered his head and gritted his teeth with his fists clenched.

That final look from Philip seemed to be ridiculing him, turning into a sharp sword and piercing his self-esteem fiercely.

“That son of a b*tch!”

After the two walked away, Gil finally exploded. He took the wine glass from the nearby table and smashed it on the ground.

“How does he know Anson Goode? This is impossible!”

The moment Yolanda had seen Anson, her expression could not help but change slightly as she excl
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