Chapter371
Seeing me burst in, his face darkened: “Don’t you know how to knock?”
I bit my lip and turned to walk out.
He suddenly shouted at me, “Stop! Do you think this is a market? You can come and go as you please?”
grabbed the phone and the report, turned around and said to him, “I have something to tell you.”
“Cough… cough…” Kimberly covered her lips, coughing as she spoke, “Reynaldo, since she has something to tell you, I’ll… I’ll go out first, you don’t have to worry, I… I’m fine.”
That affected appearance was truly nauseating.
I didn’t open my eyes until she left, then I turned my head.
At this moment, Reynaldo had already sat back in his chair.
He always appeared gentle and concerned in front of Kimberly.
In front of me, it was always such a cold face.
I sighed lightly and walked up to him with my phone and report in hand.
He looked up and glanced at me faintly, “What’s the matter?”
I pulled out the surveillance footage I had just taken and said, “Take a look at this first.”
He stared at the surveillance footage on my phone for a while, frowned, and asked me, “What do you want to say?”
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“Last night, Kimberly sat at my desk and opened my computer after everyone had left work.”
“So what?”
“So the report I made was tampered with by her, those wrong parts were all changed by her, she wanted to harm me.”
After saying that, I looked at him expectantly.
Waiting for him to speak, he would punish Kimberly.
However, what I received was just a sneer at the corner of his lips.
He said, “Do you really think the footage you captured can prove anything?”
- me.
The report data was wrong, that was my fault, I will redo it.”
I grabbed my phone and the report, and walked out, but tears uncontrollably fell down instantly.
“Stop!”
His cold voice suddenly sounded behind me.
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My body stiffened, and I quickly raised my hand to wipe away the tears, asking faintly, “Is there anything else, Mr. Humphrey?”
After a while, I didn’t hear the man behind me speak, and I said softly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go out and be busy.”
With that, I took a step and continued walking out.
A cold voice suddenly came: “It’s your own problem, so don’t make excuses. If you’re wrong, you’re wrong!”
Your own problem?
Was he thinking that I was just making excuses and shirking responsibility?
An indescribable anger and grievance surged in the chest.
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