A few security guards stood at the elevator entrance, with smirks on their faces.
Having worked at the Toyota Group for a long time, they naturally knew Toyota Zhengniang's proclivities. In general, when a man was taken away, he would inevitably come back changed the next day.
Either limping, with a swollen and bruised face, or with hair and eyebrows scorched off.
Thus, from the man's appearance the following day, one could determine what game Toyota Zhengniang played the night before.
The guards were especially curious about Wang Yan, given his forceful demeanor yesterday. It would be quite satisfying to see him turn into a nodding and bowing slave today.
Such is human nature; the guards had no grievances against Wang Yan but resented the fact that Wang Yan, favored by Toyota Zhengniang, rose in position, while they remained lowly guards.
Thus, jealousy arose in their hearts, only soothed by witnessing Wang Yan's humiliation.
