The cleaner lady's lips twitched, her eyes constantly glancing at the box of money. It was obvious she was tempted, but she seemed to hesitate, gritting her teeth fiercely before shaking her head.
"Giving me money is useless. I really don't know anything. I haven't seen any of these people."
Joseph Sanders' expression turned even colder, and the suppressed rage in his eyes broke free.
Who knew how much patience he had already spent keeping her here.
Since she wouldn't take a polite offer, he no longer needed to be courteous with her.
"Fine, break his leg." Joseph Sanders pointed at the middle-aged man.
His voice had just fallen when the middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes wide in fear, shivering all over, "Wh… why? No, no, she said, she said, she said."
The bodyguards didn't care about any of this and immediately stepped forward to drag him out.
