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Chapter 132

A wheelchair?

Larry was a little puzzled at the president’s request. He wasn’t ill or anything, so why would he buy a wheelchair?

When the wheelchair store received news that Hanson would be coming, they immediately arranged for their employees to stand in neat rows at the entrance, awaiting their VIP customer.

Soon, the handsome Hanson appeared at the entrance of the wheelchair store.

The store manager bowed and welcomed him by saying, “This way, President.”

Hanson followed the store manager inside before sitting down on the makeshift VIP seat. Before the store manager could say anything, he spoke. “Show me the nicest-looking wheelchairs you have in your store.”

“Ah, yes, of course…”

Faced with Hanson’s sudden visit to the store, the store manager was dumbfounded as much as Larry was.

By the looks of it, there was no one close to Hanson who needed a wheelchair at the moment. They had no idea why their president would suddenly wish to purchase one. Anyhow, they didn’t dare ask nor say anything about it.

The store manager hastily wheeled over an exquisitely made wheelchair.

He was about to smilingly show Hanson the features when Hanson cut him off. “Make this wheelchair pink.”

Pink?

Utter shock was written on everyone’s faces.

Do people usually bother choosing colors for wheelchairs? This is all too strange!

Larry wished he could hide his face. He was very sure that if anyone else made such a stupid request, they would already be chased out of the store. However, the person who made this request was none other than Hanson.

Exasperated, the store manager could only scratch his head as he gathered all the workers in the store.

Ten or so people began to carry out the never-before-seen modification to this tiny wheelchair.

More than an hour later, an amazing pink wheelchair was born.

The store manager wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead as he spoke to Hanson nervously. “Is this to your liking, President?”

Hanson nodded in satisfaction before he got up and sat on it. He patted the armrests and gestured toward Larry. “Let’s go.”

Larry stared at him with widened eyes. Am I supposed to push him away like this?

This will definitely be on the news!

Fortunately, once they arrived at the car, Hanson got into the vehicle on his own accord. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Larry could only carry Hanson’s newest toy carefully into the backseat.

On the first floor of Galaxy Corporation, all the employees who were passing by now stood still as they watched. Some of the employees even made up excuses to get out of the office just to catch a glimpse of the events unfolding in the lobby on the first floor.

Linda jogged to Vania’s office and stumbled over her words as she said, “Boss, President Luke is here.”

Vania glanced at Linda, puzzled. This wasn’t Hanson’s first time visiting her, so why would Linda get so nervous?

“What’s the matter?” Vania closed the folder in her hands and looked at the woman.

Linda pointed out the door, her expression especially weird. She didn’t know how to describe the situation, and after a long while, she finally blurted out, “President Luke came in a wheelchair, and he’s in the lobby on the first floor right now.”

“Huh?” Vania shouted in surprise, thinking that she might have misheard something. She immediately got up and looked at Linda in shock. “Are you sure you’re not seeing things?”

Linda nodded. She was equally puzzled. “Yes, that’s exactly what I saw.”

How could that shocking color be an illusion? In fact, it had become the center of attention throughout the entire Galaxy Corporation.

Goodness, gracious! Vania said to herself as she hastily went downstairs.

What happened to Hanson? Why is he in a wheelchair?

Why did he come here in this condition? He could’ve just settled matters over the phone!