Florienna Ellis originally thought these words would intimidate George Robbins.
But what she didn’t expect was that George hated nothing more than others showing off in front of him.
Moreover, it was soone he had always seen as nothing more than a plaything.
So, without any hesitation, George directly slapped Florienna across the face.
The slap was even crisper than the sound of the desk ornants that Florienna had swept onto the floor, sending her eyes spinning. She staggered to the side, bumping her thigh against the corner of the desk.
Her expression was dazed, and a ringing noise seed to echo in her ears.
"I told you to shut up!" George glared unceremoniously at Florienna.
"You..."
Florienna clutched her cheek, her eyes reddened as she looked at George, tears hovering endlessly in her eyes.
Just as she opened her mouth to say sothing, George stepped forward, now standing above her due to their positioning and posture, looking down on her.
"I spoil you, indulge you, but that doesn’t an you can crawl all over . Without , do you think you’d still be having such smooth sailing at the company?"
Usually, George had always tried to appease her. This was the first ti Florienna heard him say such words.
Florienna felt a chill run up her spine, making her tremble involuntarily. The arrogance she had just monts ago was doused like a bucket of cold water and extinguished instantly.
She bit down on her teeth, saying nothing, but her tears rolled down like beads on a string.
Seeing Florienna go silent, George’s irritation lessened a little. Then he stepped close to her, pulling her into his arms.
"Aw, sweetheart, I didn’t an to hit you just now. But if you keep acting up like this, what if soone overhears us?"
A slap followed by coaxing—textbook manipulation.
But Florienna turned her head away, refusing to look at him, even pushing him away to free herself from his embrace.
"Then just fire and get it over with!" Florienna scoffed coldly.
Hearing this, George quickly switched to coaxing. He gripped her shoulder, pulling her back to face him.
"Oh, how could I bear to do that!" he said, wiping the tears off Florienna’s face with his hand, his thick palm cupping her cheek tenderly.
"Look at this, your makeup’s all ruined from crying."
Florienna slapped George’s hand away, pursing her lips in deep grievance as she spoke.
"I’m at the company, yet anyone can bully . Do you even know what Charlotte Thompson said to today? Her words were unbelievably cruel!"
Florienna recounted everything Charlotte had said to her that day, mixing in a heavy dose of exaggeration and embellishnt.
"That doesn’t make sense. Charlotte doesn’t even oversee company employee managent," George muttered, a hint of confusion flickering in his expression.
"Who knows what crazy fit she threw today? I was just unlucky," Florienna grumbled unhappily.
Suddenly, George’s eyes narrowed as if realization had struck him.
However, he didn’t explain his thoughts aloud to Florienna.
Seeing George suddenly fall silent, Florienna grew irritated and reached out to smack his arm.
"So I’m just supposed to let myself be bullied for nothing?" she said through clenched teeth.
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