Chapter 342 Anger 1

The empty office was silent, and Felix Bush rubbed his temples, only feeling the pain of his head. The broken ceramic ornaments did not relieve his anger, but he felt full of anger and had nowhere to vent. Thinking of waking up in the hotel this morning, Felix Bush's eyebrow eyes are full of violent rage that is difficult to conceal, and the air conditioning is heavy. In the morning, Baixi sobbed silently with the quilt in his arms, which always stimulated his brain and made him more and more irritable and depressed. "Shit!" The tall man jerked at the desk, and the heavy solid wood desk squeaked on the marble floor. Felix Bush's face condensed, and his chest trembled with anger. He didn't know who to blame for such a thing, Larry Foster, Baixi, or... himself. Office outside the secretary's office, people listen to the president's office from the various voices, first smashing things, and then the sound of kicking tables and chairs. Several secretaries and assistants looked at