On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 113

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The call ended.

The manager’s eyes darted to the man standing a short distance away. He finally saw him clearly—the man’s imposing aura and refined demeanor were clearly the product of wealth and status. He had judged him based on his car and dismissed him as poor. He finally admitted he had been gravely mistaken.

This phone call from Mr. Charles had to be connected to him.

With that realization, the manager dropped to his knees behind George.

George turned, his phone still in hand. He raised an eyebrow at the kneeling man. "Weren't you quite the big shot just a moment ago? Kneeling so easily doesn't seem to fit your character."

"Sir, please, have mercy!" the manager cried. "I have a family, I can't lose this job! If I do, we'll starve! I'm begging you, please don't let Mr. Charles fire me. I'll never do something like this again, I swear!"

George sneered. He slipped his phone into his pocket and started moving the materials himself.

The manager scrambled to his feet and ordered his staff to help. With several people working, all the materials were moved to the dumpster in half an hour.

"Sir, it's all taken care of," the manager said, trying to curry favor. "As long as you let me keep my job, I'll do whatever Ms. Brown asks. If anyone ever tries to bother her again, I'll personally throw them out."

George wasn't one for sentiment or charity. His principle was simple: if you do wrong, you face the consequences. He ignored the man's pleas and walked toward the house.