Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1815

The office was unusually tranquil. One might think no one was around if someone was not standing there. The woman stood there with one hand clenched at her side while holding a fist close to her chest. She remained silent as she knitted her brow.

Neither she nor the person before her said a word. He glared at her through the mask as if he could nail her to the wall with his gaze.

“Sir…” When the woman spoke, she was interrupted by a crash and quickly stopped.

A glass shattered before her, and some shards landed on her feet. She would have gotten cut if she had not been wearing her shoes. The woman stood there without even attempting to dodge while letting the man vent his anger.

“Have I given you too much freedom to make you so bold?! Are you not listening to what I say, Rhea Moore?” He called out her name through clench tenth.

She straightened her back, lowered her head, and looked at the shards on the floor as she said blandly, “No, sir.”

“No?” The man hurled another glass that hit Rhea’s forehead, and blood slowly flowed down her fair cheek. The warm blood carried a pungent, sweet smell as it streaked down, creating an eerie contrast between the red blood and white hazmat suit.

It looked hauntingly enchanting, like a red blossoming flower but gruesome at the same time.