Harvey York's Rise to Power



Chapter 135

The chief manager quickly replied, "President, I didn't do that on purpose. I was just trying to protect the assets of our clients. How would I know that a distinguished VIP would personally come to the front desk to handle matters on his own? I thought that someone had stolen his card!"

Dawson Robbin held a darkened countenance. He walked over and kicked the chief manager on the chest, and then turned back to Harvey with a smile. "Mr. York, see? These subordinates of mine simply made a mess out of good intentions. Could you be magnanimous and not take this matter to heart?"

"No big deal." Harvey York shrugged. "There have always been proud bullies like these. However, I still would like to seek justice over what had happened. President, could you do me a favor?"

"Just say the word and I will attend to it wholeheartedly, so long as it is within my power to do so." Dawson's face was earnest. It was good news that such a major client was willing to make a request. This meant that he had chosen not to be calculative over the matter and let bygones be bygones.

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"It's not a huge matter, really. I simply feel that as a client, I should find another place with better treatment to conduct my businesses. My secretary will help me move all my company and personal assets out of here in a moment. I hope you can be generous and help me with this small matter." Harvey beamed with a radiant smile. "Surely, that won't be a problem? Just a signature will do."

However, Dawson saw his vision turning black. He was about to faint upon hearing those words.

The chief manager's office was temporarily expropriated.

Harvey was welcomed in with great respect and courtesy. He casually sat on the sofa as Yvonne Xavier made him tea. He savored the drink in his hand slowly.

Sitting opposite him was Dawson, embarrassment written all over his face. He was unsure where to begin.

"Mr. York, could you allow our bank to help handle your offshore accounts over the next few years? We will work hard and give our best services. Could you give us another chance?" Dawson asked with much difficulty.

Harvey was surprised. He asked, "President, I don't understand what you're saying. Have I not given you enough chances? I had people pointing their guns against my head when I am innocent. My secretary and I were held in the security room against our wills and without following proper procedures. If not for my few years of training in self-defense, I might have been beaten to the ground by now. Don't you think that I've given you a chance by not taking any of this to heart under these circumstances? Are you expecting me to kneel and apologize to you, too?"

"You must be joking!" Cold sweat trickled relentlessly from Dawson's head. "CEO York, let's not talk about business first. That useless son of mine would like to personally apologize to you. Would that be alright with you?"

Harvey let out a silent laugh. "That wouldn't be easy for your tall, burly son."

"If that's the case, shall I call him in then?" Dawson dared not to continue the conversation any longer.

Instead, he took out his phone and made a call.

Soon, a knock was heard on the door. The initially arrogant security team leader limped over.

He was crying and mourning. He did not care about the wounds and injuries on his body as he charged toward Dawson and groveled before him. " Godfather, it's all my fault. I'll never do that again!"

"Mr. York, CEO York, I was blind. I came to admit my faults. Please, you must forgive me!"

When he said this, a glint of indignation flashed across the security team leader's eyes. He used to be a delinquent on the streets. Yet, he had been beaten to this state and could not carry out his revenge. How could he give in so easily?

Harvey sensed the man's resentment, but did not take it to heart and waved to signal that he could leave.

The chief manager and Sheri Wilson walked in next.

They had both regained their senses. The chief manager vaguely realized the situation and spoke with courtesy. "CEO York, I'm truly sorry. I was blind, lacked discipline and ended up offending you. I'm here to officially apologize to you. I guarantee you there will be no next time."

After he had said this, he lifted his hands and gave himself two slaps on the face.

Harvey did not know whether to laugh or to cry as he looked at Dawson. He managed to get these people to turn servile in a matter of minutes. In fact, their words were well-phrased. It was no wonder he was the president. Any common person wouldn't have the skills to do so.

Sheri smiled apologetically and said, "CEO York, please don't take to heart what an insignificant person like me had done to you. I was muddled earlier. I'm very, very sorry."

Sheri reacted differently from the rest. She had not a hint of resentment, and an ingratiating smile rested on her face. This was a major client. Although there was some conflict earlier, she had now realized the truth. She just needed to recognize that reality, and she would have a chance.

Harvey did not utter a word. Neither of them had the right for his reply.

Instead, Yvonne said coldly, "You may leave now.

Don't forget that my CEO is merely giving your president a chance. You better remember that. I hope that there will be no next time."

The chief manager and Sheri didn't dare to say more. They left, crestfallen.

Next time?

How could there be a next time?

If such a major client appeared again, there would be a welcoming party lighting fireworks to invite them in.