rs. Miller, say something!” She straightened herself and replied flatly, “Yeah, it slipped.” Chris sounded relieved. “Mr. Miller, you heard her. She…” She boldly added, “If it hadn’t slipped from my hand, it would have hit you right at the back of your head, you asshole!” Chris was speechless. Olivia was adding fuel to the fire.

Ethan shoved Chris aside and went up to hiss at her through gritted teeth, “Olivia Fordham!” Fuming, she grabbed a bottle of pills from the headboard and jumped out of bed angrily. Then, she tried to smash the bottle on Ethan’s head. “Fucking bastard!

I’ll fight you!” Ethan effortlessly caught her weak hands and pinned them behind her back.

Defeatedin no time, she was red in the face, and her eyes were misty. Ethan felt complicated when he saw this, and he felt more pain than resentment.

Finally, he drew a sharp breath to calm his anger. He flung her onto the bed and threatened, “Remember what you did today. You’d better pray that you don’t fall into my hands.” Her behavior was no different than waltzing across a field full of landmines. He had to exert a ridiculous amount of self- control to stop himself from grabbing her neck.

However, his warning only fanned the flames. She growled, “I would never ask you for help even if I had to jump off the seventh floor.” Giving her a last glare, he left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Then, he took his bodyguards with him. Brent caught up to him and asked, “Mr.