Chapter 154

Oliver's face remained stern as he exuded an air of authority. As someone who had been in a high position for a long time, he had a regal presence that made it hard for others to meet his gaze. "Pick them up and redo it. If the result is the same by tomorrow, you're fired!" The middle-aged man lowered his head and apologized in a shaky voice, "Y-yes, Mr. Jefferson." He bent over, picking up the scattered sheets one by one. Grace felt sympathy for the man being scolded. Judging by his age, he was at least ten years older than Oliver. She thought it must be humiliating for him to be reprimanded in this way. She quickly shuffled over before bending down and helping the man pick up the sheets from the floor. Oliver noticed a pale pink figure running by. When he looked closely, he saw it was his wife. She was still on the floor, helping the man collect the scattered papers. Grace went further away to organize the papers before handing them back to the man. "Thank you," the man ut