บท 122: I'm Sorry, Jordan!

Tyler pointed his finger at Victoria furiously. "Victoria Clarke! You're teaching me a lesson? Who are you to do that!?! Who do you think you are!?!"

In addition to the previous time in Victoria's office, Victoria had already slapped Tyler thrice.

He was genuinely afraid of Victoria.

With an overbearing aura, Victoria glared at him condescendingly and hollered, "Your father and I are on equal footing, and you're considered a generation junior to me. Why can't I educate you!?!"

"Also, do you know that your father is as servile to me as a dog is to its master? How dare you ask me who do I think I am?"

Hearing Victoria's domineering words, all the guests at the other tables started laughing at Tyler with contempt.

Victoria was indeed right. She was the most beautiful president in the business circle of Orlando, to whom many bosses of large corporations were excessively subservient.