Mr. Sanderson's Life At The Top

Chapter 15

"Evie, don't go too far!"

Henson shouted through gritted teeth.

He was the heir of the Cairon family.

Nobody dared to provoke him just like Evie did.

His car had been destroyed, and his leg was injured.

However, he still had not had a chance to discuss the cooperation.

"Security, see him out!"

Evie commanded coldly.

With her tall figure and sharp features, she was like an ice queen.

The security guard grabbed a wheelchair from the side, dragged Henson into it, and pushed him out of

the Willard Manor.

"I can walk by myself!"

Henson cried out in grief and indignation while being wheeled out.

He had just been humiliated.

Not to mention, people were staring at him with snickers.

The heir of Sen Tale Group was humiliated.

How pathetic!

Trevor wished he could be as domineering as his sister one day.

At that moment, Evie turned to him and asked, "Trevor, are you okay?"

Her demeanor changed in an instant when she talked to him.

She was gentle and affectionate, unlike her usual temperament which was cold and unforgiving.

The staff around were astonished by her attitude. NôvelDrama.Org content.

This was the first time they had seen Evie like this.

"I'm okay."

Trevor nodded. "Sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay. Dad should've told you that he's giving you not only the Willard Manor but also all the shops

on this commercial street. Everything you see is owned by our family."

With a smile on her face, Evie waved her hand, and her female secretary came up to her.

"Gather all the staff in the manor for me," Evie ordered.

The secretary nodded in response.

Five minutes later, more than a thousand staff of the manor gathered on the vast golf course.

They all wore the same black uniform, which made the course look black instead of green.

They were lined in the golf course and waited for what Evie had to say.

With Trevor next to her, Evie stood before them and announced, "All of you, listen. From now on, my

brother, Trevor Sanderson, will be the owner of the Willard Manor!"

All the staff, including security guards and managers, bowed res

pectfully upon hearing Evie's announcement.

The beautiful female staff all became excited.

They wanted to marry into a rich family

The young man in front them was a billionaire.

He was bound to become the target of the girls.

"Welcome, Mr. Sanderson!" they shouted in unison.

Their voice was loud and clear, and it echoed throughout the golf course.

Not knowing what to do, Trevor just stood there in a daze.

He wondered if this was the feeling of being a rich man. Everyone treated him with respect.

In the crowd, the face of the receptionist who had just humiliated him turned ghastly pale.

"Trevor, an employee reported to me that the receptionist in the lobby disrespected you," Evie said with

implication.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Trevor, wondering what he would do next.

Apart from respect, there was fear in their eyes.

Now that Trevor became the new boss, who knew if he would fire all the employees?

Working in the Willard Manor not only brought them high salaries, but it also came with benefits.

Many people were dying to work there.

Trevor pondered on how he should handle this issue. He didn't know what to do.

He was anxious as all eyes were on him.

He did not even know where to place his hands.

Meanwhile, the said receptionist was trembling like a leaf.

All of a sudden, she rushed towards Trevor and stood timidly in front of him.

She lowered her head and bit her lip in shame.

To everyone's surprise, she revealed a large part of her boob and looked up at Trevor apologetically.

Fear was written all over her face, which made everyone pity her.

Trevor's face flushed.

Never in his life had a girl approached him.

But then, the receptionist's snobbish attitude crossed his mind, and he felt disdainful.

The Willard Manor was now his property. If the employees, even one of them, disrespected a guest in

the future, the reputation of the manor would be affected.

At the thought of this, Trevor cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "I want to ask you something.

Is this how you treat the guests?"