Chapter 1371: Faking Injury for Compensation

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1371: Faking Injury for Compensation

"Call him, I want to speak to him personally!" Old Mr. Chapman ordered the receptionist unceremoniously.

"I’m sorry, sir, I don’t have the authority to do that," the receptionist replied helplessly.

Old Mr. Chapman angrily slapped the table: "I’m his grandfather!"

"In that case, why not call our chairman directly," the receptionist kindly suggested.

This suggestion made Old Mr. Chapman feel particularly embarrassed. If he had Charles Seymour’s phone number, wouldn’t he have called already?

"What’s the matter with you?" As soon as Ethan Seymour saw Old Mr. Chapman speechless, he stepped forward quickly to take charge, "You must know me, right? I’m Charles Seymour’s father. Call him down, or call his secretary!"

The receptionist smiled and said, "Since you are our chairman’s father, why don’t you contact him directly? I really don’t have the authority for this."

"I mean, how are you handling this?" Ethan Seymour became anxious upon hearing this; he had important business with Charles Seymour.

If Henry Chapman hadn’t told James about Old Mr. Chapman coming over, he wouldn’t have come to that brat’s company himself.

He disdained talking to that brat alone.

"Don’t you have his phone number?" Old Mr. Chapman turned to ask Ethan Seymour.

Ethan Seymour forced a bitter smile: "Dad, I do have his number, but he’s a heartless guy. Do you think he’ll answer my call?"

Old Mr. Chapman, upon hearing this, nodded in agreement.

"Let’s just go up directly, I’ll bet he won’t dare not to see us," Ethan Seymour prompted Old Mr. Chapman.

Old Mr. Chapman squinted his eyes, obviously tempted.

He turned to walk inside, frightening the receptionist who hurriedly rushed to stop him: "Sir, you can’t barge in like this."

"I’m telling you, my father is old, if something happens because you’re stopping him, you’ll be responsible," Ethan Seymour’s words scared the receptionist into hesitating.

"Dad, let’s go." Ethan Seymour saw the receptionist was intimidated, smiled smugly, and assisted Old Mr. Chapman inside.

"Security, evict them all!" The only person who could command with such authority in Peace Group and bear the responsibility was none other than Sophie Wilson.

The boss lady had spoken, leaving the security guards no room for hesitation; they quickly stepped forward to intervene.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? If you injure my dad, can you bear the consequences?" Ethan Seymour sternly warned the security guards, then turned to threaten Sophie Wilson: "Sophie Wilson, are you trying to cause a death?"

"So, you’re trying to scam us, huh?" Sophie Wilson folded her arms, disdainfully glaring at Old Mr. Chapman and Ethan Seymour, "What’s the matter? Is the Chapman Family’s hospital about to close, and you’re planning to mooch off us here?"

"Who said our hospital is going to close?" Sophie Wilson’s words instantly hit Old Mr. Chapman’s sore spot, enraging him to glare furiously at Sophie Wilson, "Stop exaggerating, our hospital is doing fine!"

"Since it’s doing fine, what are you doing here? Is it not just to bully Mr. Seymour and extort money?" After finishing, Sophie Wilson didn’t forget to shout, "Everyone, come and see, shameful old men trying to scam money!"

With Sophie Wilson’s announcement, quite a few employees from the office areas really came out to watch the commotion.