Chapitre 340: Chapter 340: Did Noah Weiden Die?

Huh?

Alan Austin's face instantly darkened upon hearing this abrupt voice.

White Mitchell!

That was White Mitchell's voice, how could he possibly forget!

This bastard, must have come to mock him!

With this in mind, Alan Austin immediately spoke to White Mitchell in a rage, "Get out! Convict, scram!

This is the Imperial Group, a dead...."

A slap cut off Alan Austin's words, courtesy of Mr. Longman's large, fan-like hand smashing across his face.

Hiss!

Dumbstruck, Alan sucked in a cold breath, looking at Mr. Longman with astonishment.

Grandy Anderson, who was next to them, quickly exclaimed, "Mr. Longman, how could you just hit…."

With another slap, it was Amanda's turn to strike. Her slender fingers exploded with terrifying strength, leaving a bright handprint on Grandy Anderson's face.

"What, do I need to pick a date to slap you?" Amanda said emotionlessly.

"You?!"