Chapter 7

“Um… my parents don’t like my previous job, so I came to you. I’d like to ask for your help in arranging a new job!” Harry Malan said with some embarrassment.

Linda Henry’s face flushed, and she said, “Who are your parents? We’re not even married yet!”

As if thinking of something, she added, “But the security guard job doesn’t seem quite right either. Maybe I can arrange something else for you?”

Harry Malan shrugged nonchalantly, "No! I don't want people saying you're using your power for personal gain! Besides, I think the security is quite good! There's no pressure!"

"Look at you bragging!"

Although Linda Henry said that, she felt quite comfortable inside.

Although this fiancé, who is originally a waiter, is still very understanding!

In a while, Grandma will be stepping down from the position of Chairman, and as one of the candidates, it wouldn't be good for me to speak ill of her at this time.

Thinking of this, Linda Henry smiled at Harry Malan and then said, "You should go report to the Personnel Department first. The election for Chairman is about to start, I'll go busy myself first, and take you back after work!"

Thinking this, Harry Malan couldn't help but frown. So, it seemed that Xueqing this girl would be at a disadvantage!

But so what? She is my fiancée now!

At this moment, a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a smile walked over: "Harry, I'm Milo O'Neil, the deputy director of the security department, let me take you to handle your onboarding!"

"Then it's a favor to you!" Harry Malan smiled and said.

"It's nothing... it's an honor to handle Harry's affairs!"

Harry Malan actually managed to get Andrew Nasani hospitalized, he must be quite capable, and he also seemed very familiar with the manager .

Maybe in the future, you can get rid of the bullying from that bastard Andrew Nasani!

Thinking this, Milo O'Neil walked with Harry Marlow toward the Personnel Department.

Outside the Security Department at this moment.

"Damn it, a waiter thinks he can get into the Kelly Group? Are you kidding? He's probably been beaten to a pulp by now."

Thinking this, Gil Kelly couldn't help but laugh.

Soon, Harry Malan appeared before them, unharmed, along with Milo O'Neil from the Security Department!

"Harry Malan? Are you alright?!"

Milo O'Neil's smile disappeared after seeing Gil , looking very afraid of Gil .

“Vice President Sun! Hello!”

Jill Kingsley ignored Milo O'Neil, just glaring fiercely at Harry Malan.

“You!” Jill Kingsley took a few deep breaths before managing to calm down her anger.

How can I be the deputy general manager of the company and get into an argument with someone like Harry Malan, a waiter?

So he asked Milo O'Neil, "Where is Andrew Nasani? Get him to see me immediately!"

"Don't say 'this' and 'that'. I'm asking where Andrew Nasani is?"

“Vice President Sun, Andrew Nasani was sent to the hospital…” Milo O’Neil stammered in response.

“How did he end up in the hospital?” Gil asked with a look of confusion.

“It was a combat test, I accidentally knocked him into the hospital!” Harry Malan said.

“What idiot?” Gil Kingсли still hadn’t quite grasped it, feeling a bit dazed, what was going on? So, Harry Malan had passed the practical test, which meant, he had personally sent this bastard to the Kingсли Group?！

“I don’t know how someone with such an IQ could become the head of the security department, but he is indeed in the hospital. If you don’t believe me, you can go to the hospital to see him.” Harry Malan said with complete indifference.

Two people walked away in front of Gil .

Meanwhile, Milo saw that Harry didn't even pay attention to his favorite person to tease, Gil , and was even more impressed, becoming even more subservient.

Entering the Human Resources department, Harry Malan smoothly completed the onboarding process under the adoring gazes of the young ladies in HR.

Since Andrew Nasani is not around now, it can be said that the tiger is away, and the monkeys are claiming the throne.

Therefore, Milo O'Neil took Harry Malan around various departments.

While passing by the sales department, several young ladies were adoringly staring at Harry Malan when suddenly, a man who looked extremely sleazy ed in.

The sales lady's expression changed instantly, and she immediately picked up the phone to call the sales manager.

“Where is that bitch Mary Ann Baker?!”

“The manager Baker… she’s in the office…” the sales lady said tremblingly.

“Good for you!”

The man snorted coldly and walked boldly toward the office of the sales manager.

Just as the sales girl was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a loud argument coming from inside.

“He’s the husband of our manager Baker, Dunn Moen!” the sales girl said, her voice trembling.

“Harry! Let me tell you like this, Baker actually has an arranged marriage. Her husband just loafes around all day, doesn’t do anything, and on top of that, he’s a gambler. Once he runs out of money, he comes to the company and causes a scene!” Milo O’Neil said in a low voice.

“How can there be such a scumbag? Then why didn’t Baker divorce him?” Harry Malan asked, gritting his teeth.

“Beck actually wants to divorce, but he can't get divorced at all. This guy is like a mangy dog, threatening to kill Beck's whole family as soon as Beck mentions divorce, and he comes to the company every day to cause trouble, making it impossible for Beck to continue working.”

“Causing trouble at the company? What are the security guards at the company for, huh? They don't do anything about it?” Harry Malan said in some anger.

“Not that we don't care, it's just that someone is behind Dunn Moen, and we dare not intervene!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Later, even the manager Kinsley was involved, so she tried her best to keep the security guards who were in charge of Dunn Moen, but she never expected Andrew Nasani to constantly drag these people into practical tests, forcing them to resign out of desperation!”

“Now, no one in our security department dares to manage Dunn Moen anymore!”

Finished speaking, Harry Malan walked briskly towards the office.

"Dunn Moen! Let me go, I really don't have any money!" Marian Baker said, crying as she knelt on the ground.

"Have no money? You think I don't know? Last week, you gave your old, dead parents a $100,000 hospital bill! I'm telling you, if you don't come up with the money today, I'll kill you right here!" Dunn Moen said fiercely.

“Selling shares is impossible! My parents have already been hospitalized because of you!” Marian Baker exclaimed in anger when she saw Dun Morn actually considering shares: “To pay for their medical bills, I’ve already sold my house, this is the life-saving money for my parents, it can’t be given to you, you can dream on!”

“Haha, life-saving money? Those two old geezers, they've lived for so many years, they should have died long ago, what good are they? Don't you hurry and sell your shares, then give me the money! Otherwise, don't blame me for not being nice!” Deng En Moen started being unreasonable with wide eyes.

“You can forget about it, dream on!” Marian Baker said tearfully.

“I see you won’t cry until you see the coffin!” Den Morn raised his leg to kick Mary Ann Baker’s chest.