However, before her hand could touch Evelyn Bert, it was intercepted by a strong grip. Melissa Bert turned to see Dennis Walkley smiling at her, "Miss Fang, can't we talk this out? Why must you resort to violence?" "Let go!" Melissa Bert struggled, but couldn't break free, and shouted in frustration. Dennis Walkley, still calm, replied, "I'm sorry, I can't let any potential danger to the young mistress pass." He was not joking; if he let go now, this madwoman might rush at Evelyn Bert, scratching and clawing, and then the president would be furious, and he would be in deep trouble. It was either him or Melissa Bert. As they say, people die for wealth, and birds die for food. He certainly wasn't going to put himself on the line. "Let me go!" Melissa Bert glared viciously at Dennis Walkley, trying to shake off his grip, but her hand remained immobile. Seeing this, she angrily turned to Evelyn Bert, who was shielded by Dennis Walkley, and snarled, "Bitch, I know this
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