Chapter 97 Get Out After You’re Done
At the Human Resources Department of the Davison Group.
Kate sat calmly on a sofa while Maia quietly communicated with the HR staff. The nine designers, on the other hand, were restless, frequently glancing toward the door.
Eric and Lucas arrived swiftly.
The door to the HR department opened. Eric walked in with an aura of coldness, followed by Lucas.
As soon as they saw Eric, everyone straightened up and looked at him respectfully. “Mr. Davison!”
Eric’s face was expressionless, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He said nothing as he walked over to sit next to Kate. His indifferent gaze swept over the nine designers.
The nine designers immediately felt a chill down their spines!
Eric’s
gaze carried an overwhelming sense of pressure that made everyone tense up, except, of course, for Kate.
She naturally leaned closer to Eric and whispered in his ear.
The atmosphere in the HR department was extremely tense. Lucas frowned as he quietly gathered information from the HR staff, his brows furrowing deeper with each detail.
After a long silence, Eric finally spoke coldly, “What’s going on? Explain.”
Hearing Eric’s command, Maia gritted her teeth and began softly. “Mr. Davison, when I brought Mrs. Davison to the design department, she mentioned taking full responsibility for the collaboration project and moving to a new office building. The designers expressed their reluctance to relocate, which prompted them to voice their objections.
“Then Mrs. Davison told us that if we didn’t want to stay, we could leave!
“She also said that the company would never rehire us and told us to go to HR to resign!”
With Maia breaking the ice, the nine designers seemed to gain confidence, all starting to speak at
once.
Eric’s expression remained unchanged, and he showed no intention of interrupting. The designers became bolder.
“Mr. Davison, we really don’t understand why you allow this the design department’s responsibility? Does she even understand design?”
your wife to manage this project. Isn’t
“Yes, Mr. Davison. We know you dote on your wife, but you can’t treat the projects as a joke.”
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As they continued to speak and vented their frustrations, Lucas’s expression grew darker. The look in his eyes became more dangerous.
He instinctively observed Eric’s expression.
Eric sat on the sofa, his gaze indifferent. An icy and imposing aura emanated from him. His cold stare made the nine designers fall silent instantly.
“Are you done?”
Eric asked slowly. He was pausing a little before he added, “Any other complaints? Speak up.”
His voice carried a chilling undertone, making the designers shiver involuntarily.
“N–no, Mr. Davison, we’ve said everything.”
They stammered and lowered their heads, not daring to meet Eric’s gaze.
Eric’s aura was too overwhelming and cold. At the same time, a sense of foreboding grew in their hearts.
Leaning back on the sofa, Eric’s expression turned even colder as he sneered. “If you’re done talking, get out.
“Insulting my wife in front of me… Did you really think I wouldn’t get angry?”
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