Chapter 455 An Eighteen-Year-Old Girl

• After Huxley hung up, he glanced at Hanson, who sat there with a long face, dazed. “Why are you still standing around? You think this is where you should be?”
• Hanson looked like he could cry. “Mr. Huxley, I’m sorry. Really sorry. Please forgive me this once…”
• “I gave you a chance, didn’t I? Oh, you figured I couldn’t pull it off, so you didn’t need it. Now you know I can, and suddenly you want that chance back? What, you think chances sit around waiting for you? You God or something?”