118 Chapter 118: Dare To Behave Against The Company (1/2)

Lucas noticed she seemed to be in a good mood, at least when he saw her before. Without apologizing for interrupting, Khloe strode over and plopped right down on the sofa and started texting someone.

”Well…as I was saying, sir, Kylie may not be able to accept any of the contracts,” Lucas continued calmly.

Before Laurence had a chance to reply, Khloe blew up, slamming her hands on the glass table and rattling the items on it. ”Who the hell does she think she is?! How dare she behave against our company? That bitch!”

Laurence sighed, ”Not again,” he muttered to himself. He stood up and walked over to Khloe, inspecting her hands.

”You already know Kylie's personality. She always does whatever she wants.” Lauren carefully checked Khloe's hands in case she got hurt, and then turned to Lucas, ”Have Kylie come to the company right away!”

”Sir, Kylie has a cold and cannot step outdoors,” Lucas replied sincerely.

”Then let her put on a mask. She merely has a cold, not an incurable disease! Does she expect me to visit her now?!”

”Well, please allow me to call Kylie first.” Lucas left the office and dialed Kylie's number.

Ethan was away on a business trip, so Kylie was spending her day playing with Pupu in the garden when she received Lucas's phone call.

”Hey, Lucas, what's the damage?”

”Your father wants you to visit him. He's quite pissed off,” Lucas replied, delivering Laurence's words to Kylie clearly, thinking Kylie would refuse her father's demand. However, to his surprise, Kylie laughed and replied, ”I'll be there!”

Lucas looked down at his cell when Kylie hung up. ”Well, she seems too happy about this…”

***

Kylie did go to the company but not in her car. When the ambulance stopped downstairs in front of the company's front doors, both passersby and several media personnel surrounded the building of Garcia Entertainment, trying to get a glimpse of who was inside the ambulance. The cameras started flashing as Kylie stepped out of the ambulance, looking like she had been through hell. Her face was pale, her hair was bedraggled, her clothes were all wrinkled, and her voice was hoarse.

”What happened to you, Kylie? Are you feeling alright?” A reporter asked, pushing a mic in front of her face.

”Thank you so much for asking. I have a really bad cold. Trust me, and I feel bad as I look. But my father called me here today to discuss my future plans with Garcia Entertainment.”