At that moment, Mr. Longbottom’s car was parked outside Costa Corporation.

His bodyguards’ cars were parked behind his luxury car.

He always had a convoy whenever he was out. It was to boost his aura and to protect himself.

Mr. Longbottom stared at the tall office building. His expression was tense, and his eyes were cold.

He felt furious.

After a while, he told a bodyguard, “Get down and tell a security guard that I know Ms. O’Connor is in the company now. I want to know when she can meet me.”

Although he was simply the acting head, no one in Havenmill dared to defy him that way.

Most of the time, he would decide whether to meet someone based on his mood.

Even if the other person were someone on par with his status, that person would show him respect and agree to meet him if he asked to.

No one ever rejected him bluntly like Isabella.

Tati was slightly better. Mr. Longbottom had met her twice. However, she had rejected him whenever he invited her out to hang out or