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    The elderly woman, who had been feigning illness on the floor, sprang up suddenly and tried to snatch the phone from Samuel, her demeanor shifting rapidly.


    “This is arge corporation. Don’t you have anypassion? Can’t you see the struggle of an old woman trying to find her granddaughter? Do you really want to throw me out? Let me make myself clear. Even if you call the police, they couldn’t do anything to me. If you infuriate me, I’ll end my life right here!”


    Samuel swiftly avoided the old woman’s grasp.


    The elderly woman, previously acting sick, rolled up her sleeves as though readying for a confrontation.


    Her sudden transformation startled many employees present.


    The middle-aged man seized the moment and yelled, “Katelyn, won’t youe out? I’m your father! And she’s your grandmother! How can you stand by and watch us being treated like this?”


    Samuel, seeing through their act, sneered. “If you’re so eager to end it, I might just help you along. I’m not averse to adding more to the tally.”


    The old woman’s face fell, and her eyes darted about anxiously.


    No! This couldn’t be happening!


    Katelyn was wealthy. If she backed down now, she’d lose out on a life of luxury!


    Plus, this was a bigpany, known for its reputation. They wouldn’t dare really harm her!


    The old woman’s demeanor hardened, and with a defiant tone, she said, “I’m not going anywhere until I see Katelyn.”


    Samuel had no patience left for her antics. He signaled to the security guards.


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    There was no need for politeness with people like them. As the security guards moved in, the old woman’s screams intensified.


    “The Adams Group is viting thew! This is illegal! How dare you bully an old woman like me! I’ll expose everything you’ve done!”


    The middle-aged man, suppressing his own fear, also cried out. “You bullied us because wee from a small vige. Yet, everyone’s ancestors started in viges. Karma will catch up to you for this!”


    The two continued their tirade, which almost pushed Katelyn to the brink of revealing herself.


    Where did Lise dig up these two maniacs?


    Just as she was about to step out from behind the corner, Vincent swiftly caught her wrist, giving her a disapproving shake of his head as he coldly watched the elderly woman.


    “Just let them continue their performance.”


    Katelyn looked unsure, expressing her concern. “I’m worried this might impact thepany.”


    She didn’t want to bring any more trouble his way, but things weren’t going as she’d hoped.


    “It’s fine. Let’s see how long they can keep this up.” Vincent sneered. With years of business experience, he had encountered many types of people, yet this old woman was particrly audacious, exploiting her age. These people didn’t warrant any serious attention.


    After a moment’s hesitation, Katelyn nodded. Stepping out now would only escte their antics.


    Work hours were ending, and the Adams Group’s office was located on a bustling street.


    Thepany’s doors were wide open, attracting the gaze of many onlookers.


    Suddenly, a group of reporters materialized and began interviewing the old woman.


    “Why are you crying here? Has someone mistreated you? We’re from the TV station. Feel free to tell us your story.”


    The elderly woman seemed to have found a lifeline and began airing her grievances to the cameras.<fn4987> Original content can be found at FindN()vel</fn4987>


    “I’m relieved to finally have some help. We’re from a small vige, and we’re here because we’ve been searching for my granddaughter, who’s been missing for many years. We’ve spent years looking for her.”


    Tears welled up in the old woman’s eyes again. She dabbed them with her sleeve before continuing.


    “We finally located her, but when we approached her yesterday, she attacked us and threw us out. She even told us we were too poor to be considered her family. We’re at our wit’s end. This is ourst resort. Now, even the employees of thispany are trying to send us away. Please, we need assistance.”


    The middle-aged man nodded with sorrow. “Actually, my mother is critically ill. Her final wish is to reunite with her granddaughter. I never imagined that after all these years, my daughter would deny even knowing me.”


    As he spoke, he managed to squeeze out a few insincere tears.


    The reporters quickly asked, “Who is your daughter, sir?”


    “Katelyn Bailey, the design manager at thispany!”


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