Chapter 540 I Recorded Everything

• Hearing George Parsons’s icy voice, Ashton Johnson halted, turned around, and shot George a dark look.
• “Heh. What, Mr. George, got more ‘guidance’ for me?” Ashton asked with a fake smile.
• “Guidance? Not really. You ran your mouth for a long while. I hadn’t even spoken, and you tossed out 1,500 dollars, then tried to leave—without even asking what I think. Last I checked, I’m the general manager of this hotel, right?” George drawled.