Chapter 1589 We’ll Get Lost Ourselves!

• Hearing that, the two security guards burst out laughing.
• They didn’t care how Mr. Lestrange might take it. They ribbed him right to his face. “This guy—did his brain glitch?”
• “Yeah. Who says crap like that? Do you think the boss is the kind of person who’ll meet any random schmuck? If you ask me, either this guy’s got a screw loose, or he’s trying way too hard to fake it,” one guard said, shooting a loaded look at the pretty woman.