Chapter 682 Greedy People Had No Humanity

Behind Quentin, the secretary that originally sat outside Zayn’s office door to answer the phone and organize documents looked worriedly at Quentin, whose chest was heaving violently as he propped both hands on the table. "Quentin," The secretary spoke cautiously. Her voice was a little hoarse and she tugged on Quentin's sleeve. "Are you alright?" Quentin shook his head. The two of them were the only ones left in the conference room. When he recalled the eyes of those directors who looked at him like they wanted to eat him alive just now, he suddenly felt that it was laughable and outrageous. There was also a feeling of deep sorrow that was hard to ignore. These directors, who had dividends that ordinary people might not even earn in a lifetime, did not even care to offer any condolences for Zayn. On the contrary, the secretary behind him, who only took a meager monthly salary, repeatedly became red-eyed at the mention of Zayn’s name. It was true that greedy people had no humanity