Chapter 4

Mr. Miller, Marcus Miller, Sophia's husband and the general manager of this subsidiary.

"Fine!" I straightened up: "I'm not signing this termination agreement!"

With that, I walked straight out of the office.

But when I returned to my desk, I was completely dumbfounded.

My once fully-stocked workspace was now completely empty!

Even my computer monitor and tower had been removed!

"Who moved my stuff?"

I asked my nearby colleagues. They exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

"What's all the noise? The company is reclaiming office resources. Is there a problem?"

Sophia's voice came from behind me.

She clicked over in her heels, head held high.

Intern Kevin followed right behind her.

"You've already been fired. Why are you still shamelessly hanging around the company?"

I ignored her mockery and asked directly.

"Where are my things?"

She snorted coldly: "That pile of junk? Thrown away, of course."

"Who gave you the right to touch my things without my permission?"

Being maliciously targeted again and again, I had no patience left for tolerance.

Seeing I was standing my ground, Sophia lost her temper too.

"Who do you think you are? Company property is mine to handle! Including you!"

I laughed coldly and pointed at my desk.

"The pen is a Faber-Castell Count series annual limited edition. The mouse pad is Bottega Veneta. The cup is Baccarat. Plus all the other items, they add up to about half a million dollars."

I looked at Sophia and smiled.

"Miss Smith, you'd better explain this to the police."

With that, I picked up my phone, preparing to call the police.

But before I could unlock it, Sophia rushed forward and snatched my phone from my hand, smashing it hard on the ground.

"Who the hell are you trying to scare?"

She grabbed my hair and her palm came down.

The change happened too fast for me to react.

And as if deliberately, she raised her knee and rammed it hard into my lower abdomen.

My already cramping abdomen now felt like it had been run over by a truck. The stabbing pain shot through to my lower back. My face turned deathly pale instantly, cold sweat pouring out.

As if still not satisfied, she shoved me hard, and I crashed to the floor.

I curled up on the ground in pain, clutching my stomach and unable to stop groaning.

Sophia crouched down and grabbed my hair again. The tearing pain in my scalp forced me to lift my head.

She gripped my chin, her tone vicious: "I knew you were a slut! Who are you moaning for?"

I forced myself to look up at Sophia, speaking word by word: "You just wait!"

"Hah, cheap bones are always tough. Let's see how long you can keep that up!"

She snorted through her nose, grabbed my hair, and slammed my head against the floor.

The intense pain blanked my mind instantly. Ringing filled my ears and my vision blurred.

I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to stay conscious.

"Miss Smith, forget it. No need to get angry over this kind of trash."

Kevin laughed as he tried to calm Sophia down.

I looked up at him. He was watching me with amusement, his words sounding like advice, but his eyes were full of satisfaction and excitement.

Sophia seemed afraid things would escalate. Hearing this, she released my hair.

She stood up, looking down at me: "Get the hell out now and stop looking for trouble!"

Kevin stepped forward pretending to help me, but at an angle no one could see, he leaned close to my ear and spoke in a frivolous tone:

"Laura, why bother? If you'd agreed to be my girlfriend back then, none of this would have happened. I definitely wouldn't have competed with you for these meaningless titles."