Chapter 3

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I slapped her across the face.

The sharp sound echoed in the dead silent office.

“You’re disgusting.”

Scarlett clutched her face, completely stunned.

A few seconds later, she lunged into Director Thompson’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Director, look at her… she’s crazy! She actually hit me!”

Director Thompson exploded in fury, pointing his finger at my nose and cursing me out.

“Is this how your parents raised you? Did growing up on a farm make you lose your mind? How dare you assault someone in the office!”

He gave a look to the two security guards at the door.

“Hold her down!”

The security guards immediately rushed forward, pinning me firmly in place.

Scarlett walked up to me, her eyes filled with venom, not a shred of her pretense remaining.

She raised her hand and slapped me back with all her might.

She hit me a dozen times, furiously slapping me left and right until her own hand hurt, and she shook it out.

My cheek was swollen like a balloon, and three of my teeth fell to the floor.

“Director, my hand hurts so much…” she whined to Director Thompson.

A flicker of distress crossed Director Thompson’s eyes.

“Take a break if your hand hurts.”

His gaze swept across the office.

“All of you, line up! One by one!”

“Anyone who dares not to hit her today will be fired along with her tomorrow!”

The colleagues exchanged glances. No one dared to move, and no one dared to speak.

Director Thompson casually pointed at a female colleague who usually got along best with Scarlett.

“You, first!”

The woman’s face instantly turned white.

“Director… I…”

“Hit her!” Director Thompson’s voice was devoid of any warmth.

The colleague closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and raised her hand, slapping me across the face.

Director Thompson smiled with satisfaction.

Once there was one, there would be a second.

The crowd began to stir. Those who had received small favors from Scarlett in the past, or who feared Director Thompson’s authority, began to line up.

One by one, they came forward, their palms landing on my face.

Director Thompson seemed to enjoy the spectacle. He watched my disheveled state, the smile on his face growing wider.

“Embezzling company funds, disturbing the peace, and even daring to assault someone – the nature of this is truly heinous!”

He finally grew tired of the game.

“Take her to security and wait for Mr. Sterling to deal with her!”

Director Thompson yanked my hair. A searing pain tore through my scalp.

He forcibly dragged me out, past countless stares, through the crowd.