
Manager Neil's voice rang out loud and echoed all the way to Louis Sanderman's room, with them next to each other.
“Why did Manager Neil yell at me again like that?” the Desau Louis Sanderman.
He was lying on the long white sofa in the room, playing with his phone.
Some time ago his manager nagged him at length about a small problem, a costume problem that he should wear but he wore another costume his order from a designer.
“Louis Sanderman!” hardik Manager Neil After arriving at the next room and seeing Louis who was relaxing.
“Manager, what's up? Why are you screaming this early in the morning? Are you tired of being angry every day? Maybe your age will look older than the original.”
“You're here, quickly get off with me. Someone's looking for you.”
“Who's looking for me? Is that my fan? Old friend, director or investor?” louis answered with a casual and just sat down.
“I can't explain that to you. You see for yourself below.”
Manager Neil deliberately did not explain who came looking for Louis. Maybe if told, Louis would run away. At the end of the day, he will also be responsible. Therefore he wants to discipline the man to be more mature and not childish anymore, and have high responsibility.
“Alright, I'll meet him.”
Louis Sanderman put his cell phone to the table and walked down the stairs to the first floor. Manager Neil followed behind him with a mind full of a million questions. What Louis Sanderman is doing out there.
The two of them then arrived at the lobby. There were only a few artists there. No special guests were seen waiting.
“I don't see anyone here coming looking for me,” Louis Sanderman said after sweeping his beads across the room.
“Wait!” Brigadier Darell shouted, also directly chasing before Louis Sanderman disappeared from there.
Louis Sanderman turned around and two dead objects from the police chased him. Not only surprised by their arrival, he ran as fast as possible from there.
But of course the police agent handled it faster and felt he had arrested her. The sound of handcuffs on Louis Sanderman's hands.
“You have an arrest warrant for a crime you committed. You forgot the Canary Airlines.” bomber Detective Carl immediately read out the contents of the arrest warrant.
“What? Canary Airlines plane bombing suspect?!” It wasn't Louis Sanderman who was divided in shock, but Manager Neil.
The curly, slightly puffed-up man with his belly dangled forward with twenty milli-thick belly fat, which was behind Louis Sanderman, immediately pale to hear the dagos read by the police agent.
“Say this is not true Louis Sanderman.” Manager Neil looked at Louis with a demanding look.
Louis glanced at his manager speechlessly. This time her little brain started racing fast, clashing with her breathing that started roaring fast.
“You are wrongly accused and wrongly arrested! Let go of me!” Lois Sanderman broke away, but her efforts failed.
“We don't bring the evidence here you yourself will see the evidence at the police station. Fast walk and cooperate well so we can treat you well!” hardik Detective Carl.
The man was impatient and dragged Louis who was still frozen in place.
“Please! Manager Neil. help me. It's all just a misunderstanding. I'm totally innocent!”