The Tender Evil CEO novel Chapter 2

Jack Brown turned up the light, and then he subconsciously looked towards Eric. When he saw the blood-red palm mark on the side of Eric's face, he was so scared to death.

"Mr. Mr. Carter."

Jack was so scared that he started to stammer.

Eric turned back with anger in his pitch-black and deep eyes, and he spoke with a low voice: "If you deliberatelycreate such a dim lighting atmosphere again in the future, you will never appear in front of me.Understand?"

Jack's forehead was covered in cold sweat; this kind of gaze from Eric really could scare a person to death. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Eric pointing towards the door, lightly saying: "Get out."

Jack felt that he was experiencing an amnesty.He decided to deal with the situation later. Eric was now angry, so there was absolutely nothing wrong with eluding first.

Very quickly, Jack walked out in large strides, and then slowly closed the door.

Eric wasfurious. He knew that if he did not let Jack walk out now, he would definitely not be able to control himself and would give him a good beating.

Jack said that the dim light was romantic. If the light hadn't been dim, he wouldn't have been able to see Monica's movement clearly. How would he get this slap?

This woman was truly audacious.

Eric's ice-cold gaze moved to Monica who was hiding in the corner. He slowly walked over, squatted down, and said in a deep voice: "If you resist again, I'll throw you down from here. I'll do what I say."

This was the 22nd floor.

He stretched out his hands to pinch her chin, and forcefully lifting her lowered head up. He wanted to see clearly the appearance of this woman who dared to hit him.

Monica's jaw hurt a lot because Eric used a lot of strength. She knew that she had got into trouble. In the entire Sydney, no one would dare to say anything harsh to Mr. Carter, let alone slap him, even a heavy slap. The hand she used to slap his face went numb.

Monica was really afraid, so she thought: Could he really throw her down from here? Even if that was the case, she would died in vain. Eric would definitely not be arrested.

The pain in her chin and the fear in her heart caused tears to stream out of Monica's eyes. She had no choice but to beg for forgiveness: "Mr. Carter, I really don't mean to slap you. I really don't come to sell my body. If you want to have sex, go find those prostitute. I beg you.Please let me go."

Monicaburst into tearsand her voice trembled. Her red lips pouted innocently and her clear eyes were filled with fear. How pitiful she looked.

However, Eric remained unmoved. He stared fixedly at Monica's face with his pitch-black and deep eyes, and he became more and more resentful.

"It's you."

After a long while, he finally spoke. It was as if his white teethwere about to sbe crunched, and every syllable was filled with an intense hatred

"Me?"

Monica was nearly scared silly by his appearance: "Do you know me?"

That was not possible.She had never met Eric before.

After a moment, Eric laughedevilly, "Do you still remember the design exhibition organized by the George Group in Sydney eight years ago?"

Eight years ago?

Monica recalled back things eight years ago.

The design exhibition was held eight years ago by Alex in order to promote the George Group.It was rumored that many famous designers from both home and abroad had attended at that time, and it was an unprecedented prosperity. The George Group had also takenthis opportunity to promote their brand, thus becoming the first brand in the apparel industry in Sydney until now.

That year, she was fourteen years old.

She couldn't remember,in that year she had anything to do with the man in front of her. She firmly said, "I don't remember meeting you."

Eric waswith a smile that would made her horrible, "Even in another twenty years, I will still not forget your face. My life now is all thanks to that slap on my face. You forgot, but I will never forget it. But don't worry. I will make you remember."

Eric pressed Monica to the ground, and roughly tore apart the hollow black lace dress on her legs. He lifted her left leg up, and found on her leg that was a scar on herfair shank.