"Yes, sir!"
The secretary breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Erin Irving stride downstairs.
Downstairs, in addition to the protesting residents and the construction site manager, there was a group of reporters.
They were all there to watch the show. The moment Erin Irving stepped out, something flew through the air and hit him in the head, then fell to the ground.
"Liar! Give us our money back!"
When had Erin Irving ever suffered such a humiliation? His face turned ugly. "Everyone, please be quiet! I know why you're all here. Please, just listen to me first!"
He cleared his throat. "To be honest with all of you, my company is going through a difficult time. As for the money, it might..."
"We're not listening, you liar! Either give us our money back or give us back our homes!"
Before Erin Irving could finish, a burly man with a ferocious expression interrupted him, his voice a gravelly roar.
