Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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Arriving at Murray Group, Vance changed into the janitor uniform and cleaned the entire building from top to bottom.
After finishing the cleaning, it was already lunchtime. Vance took out the instant noodles he'd brought from home that morning, found a corner, and poured hot water over them.
It wasn't that Vance didn't want to eat at the company cafeteria. It was just that by the time he arrived, there was never any food left for him.
The HR department laid off all the janitors except for him. He knew very well that if it hadn't been for instructions from Victor's family, the HR department wouldn't have dared to do such a thing.
Just as Vance was about to eat from his instant noodle cup, James Carroll from the Janitorial Department violently slapped it out of his hands.
"Eat, eat, eat! Is that all you ever do all day, you lazy bastard?" He barked, "Have you even finished cleaning? Did you scrub the damn toilets? You're getting lazier by the day, old man."
With contempt, James added, "The Murray Group doesn't keep good-for-nothings. Tell me, what the hell are you still good for?"
Watching the daily shouting match play out, Vance remained silent, wordlessly crouching down to pick up his spilled lunch container.
James was previously in the Sales Department. After Vance discovered he had been habitually taking kickbacks during his tenure there, he had him transferred to the workshop floor as punishment.
After the incident three years ago, Vance was relentlessly suppressed by Louis. Once Vance fell from power, Victor deliberately assigned him to work as a janitor and transferred James, who harbored a deep grudge against Vance, to the Janitorial Department, placing him just one rank above Vance.
With the former boss now ground into the dirt beneath his feet, James's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight.
Just as Vance reached for the lunch container, James delivered a brutal kick, sending him crashing face-first into the spilled noodle broth. Then James pressed his boot down on Vance's face, grinding it in.
James looked down at the disheveled Vance, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Old man, if I wasn't putting in a good word for you with the higher-ups every damn day, do you really think you'd still have this job?"
He went on, "Let's be clear. Your paycheck is only here because I'm gracious enough to spare it for you. Just look at yourself, you're no better than a filthy beggar now."
James lifted his foot and deliberately scraped the filthy broth from his shoe onto Vance's clothes. Then, with a brazen swagger, he sat down on a stool, wearing an arrogant sneer.
"Listen up, old man! I've decided I want your daughter. I'll be at your place tonight!" James declared.
Vance froze, his eyes fixed on James in utter shock.
He couldn't believe James could stoop this low. The daily bullying and humiliation were bad enough, but now he dared to target Georgia. That was really crossing the line.
Seeing the murderous glare in Vance's eyes, James kicked him again and sneered. "Goddamn it! Me taking a fancy to your daughter is a blessing for both of you. Don't you fucking know what's good for you?"
"You really think your daughter's something special? Everyone knows she's just a cheap slut! The fact that I'm even willing to have her is already doing you a favor."
James pulled up a photo of Georgia on his phone and leered obscenely.
"That slut really..."
Before he could finish his vulgar remark, there was a sickening thud. Blood gushed from his head as he collapsed to the floor.
Vance stood there, still holding the chair high above his head. His eyes, bloodshot with fury behind the gold-rimmed glasses, blazed as he glared menacingly at James sprawled on the floor.
"Say one more fucking word, I dare you!" Vance snarled.
He could put up with James's daily bullying and beatings, but his late wife and his daughter were his absolute bottom line. Failing to protect Elena was the deepest regret of his life. Now, even if it cost him his very life, he would fight to his last breath to keep Georgia safe.
Seeing the usually submissive Vance suddenly fight back, James, sprawled on the floor, panicked.
"Help! Somebody, help! This old man's gone crazy. He's trying to kill me!" James's screams quickly drew a crowd as people rushed over.
Seeing people arrive, James gained confidence and shouted again, "Help me, quick! He's gone crazy! I just said he wasn't doing his job properly, and he came at me with a stool..."
Seeing blood streaming from James's head, the crowd quickly helped him up and called for an ambulance to rush him to the hospital.
Glancing at Vance in his janitor's uniform, although they usually bullied him without a second thought, today's incident had clearly crossed a line, so they reported it to Victor.
When Vance was summoned to the CEO's office, Victor lounged in his leather chair, eyeing the filthy Vance with utter contempt.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Getting more useless with age? Now you're even picking fights, huh?"
After finishing the cleaning, it was already lunchtime. Vance took out the instant noodles he'd brought from home that morning, found a corner, and poured hot water over them.
It wasn't that Vance didn't want to eat at the company cafeteria. It was just that by the time he arrived, there was never any food left for him.
The HR department laid off all the janitors except for him. He knew very well that if it hadn't been for instructions from Victor's family, the HR department wouldn't have dared to do such a thing.
Just as Vance was about to eat from his instant noodle cup, James Carroll from the Janitorial Department violently slapped it out of his hands.
"Eat, eat, eat! Is that all you ever do all day, you lazy bastard?" He barked, "Have you even finished cleaning? Did you scrub the damn toilets? You're getting lazier by the day, old man."
With contempt, James added, "The Murray Group doesn't keep good-for-nothings. Tell me, what the hell are you still good for?"
Watching the daily shouting match play out, Vance remained silent, wordlessly crouching down to pick up his spilled lunch container.
James was previously in the Sales Department. After Vance discovered he had been habitually taking kickbacks during his tenure there, he had him transferred to the workshop floor as punishment.
After the incident three years ago, Vance was relentlessly suppressed by Louis. Once Vance fell from power, Victor deliberately assigned him to work as a janitor and transferred James, who harbored a deep grudge against Vance, to the Janitorial Department, placing him just one rank above Vance.
With the former boss now ground into the dirt beneath his feet, James's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight.
Just as Vance reached for the lunch container, James delivered a brutal kick, sending him crashing face-first into the spilled noodle broth. Then James pressed his boot down on Vance's face, grinding it in.
James looked down at the disheveled Vance, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Old man, if I wasn't putting in a good word for you with the higher-ups every damn day, do you really think you'd still have this job?"
He went on, "Let's be clear. Your paycheck is only here because I'm gracious enough to spare it for you. Just look at yourself, you're no better than a filthy beggar now."
James lifted his foot and deliberately scraped the filthy broth from his shoe onto Vance's clothes. Then, with a brazen swagger, he sat down on a stool, wearing an arrogant sneer.
"Listen up, old man! I've decided I want your daughter. I'll be at your place tonight!" James declared.
Vance froze, his eyes fixed on James in utter shock.
He couldn't believe James could stoop this low. The daily bullying and humiliation were bad enough, but now he dared to target Georgia. That was really crossing the line.
Seeing the murderous glare in Vance's eyes, James kicked him again and sneered. "Goddamn it! Me taking a fancy to your daughter is a blessing for both of you. Don't you fucking know what's good for you?"
"You really think your daughter's something special? Everyone knows she's just a cheap slut! The fact that I'm even willing to have her is already doing you a favor."
James pulled up a photo of Georgia on his phone and leered obscenely.
"That slut really..."
Before he could finish his vulgar remark, there was a sickening thud. Blood gushed from his head as he collapsed to the floor.
Vance stood there, still holding the chair high above his head. His eyes, bloodshot with fury behind the gold-rimmed glasses, blazed as he glared menacingly at James sprawled on the floor.
"Say one more fucking word, I dare you!" Vance snarled.
He could put up with James's daily bullying and beatings, but his late wife and his daughter were his absolute bottom line. Failing to protect Elena was the deepest regret of his life. Now, even if it cost him his very life, he would fight to his last breath to keep Georgia safe.
Seeing the usually submissive Vance suddenly fight back, James, sprawled on the floor, panicked.
"Help! Somebody, help! This old man's gone crazy. He's trying to kill me!" James's screams quickly drew a crowd as people rushed over.
Seeing people arrive, James gained confidence and shouted again, "Help me, quick! He's gone crazy! I just said he wasn't doing his job properly, and he came at me with a stool..."
Seeing blood streaming from James's head, the crowd quickly helped him up and called for an ambulance to rush him to the hospital.
Glancing at Vance in his janitor's uniform, although they usually bullied him without a second thought, today's incident had clearly crossed a line, so they reported it to Victor.
When Vance was summoned to the CEO's office, Victor lounged in his leather chair, eyeing the filthy Vance with utter contempt.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Getting more useless with age? Now you're even picking fights, huh?"
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