Sensing Felix's emotion, Darryl smiled lightly. "Who else could it be? Say, are you in Mistloren right now? It's been a few years since we last saw each other. We should catch up!"
"Alright, alright…" Felix was beside himself with emotion, practically at a loss for words.
Even if he were not in Mistloren, he would have made it there by plane if he had to.
"Oh, right!"
Just then, Darryl cast a glance at Calvin before saying into the phone, "Someone who came with me to one of your hotels broke one of your vases, and your men are a bit of a pain about it. Can you handle this?"
What?
Felix flared up in anger at the words at once, and shouted into the phone, "Is the person in charge next to you, Brother Darryl? Give him the phone…"
Who had the audacity to find fault with Brother Darryl…
Darryl smiled wordlessly. He beckoned to Calvin, asking for him to answer the phone.
Gulp!
A strange fear washed over Calvin then. He was no fool, and it was clear what was happening. This man really knew his boss, and they were more than just acquaintances.
Calvin picked up the phone, stammering out a, "B… Boss!"
"Calvin, is it? Have you lost your mind, or did you hit your head today? What kind of manager are you?" Felix shouted bloody murder on the other end, much like a ferocious tiger. "Is this how we treat our guests?"
"I'm warning you! Treat him well, or you'll be out of a job before you can blink…"
Calvin nearly lost his balance being shouted at like that by Felix but nodded endlessly. "Yes, yes, boss…"
Calvin hung up and forced out a smile before bowing to Darryl. "I'm so sorry, Sir. What happened just now was entirely my fault. Please, forgive me."
As he spoke, Calvin turned to roar at the security guard. "What were you thinking? Get out of here at once!"
Calvin was unspeakably nervous then.
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