Natasha's eyes sting with tears and her chest tightens, her body shuddering. How can he treat her so inhumanely? Has he no conscience? She met the requirements! That was his own words! How can he berate her now and intend to reject her application all because she doesn't want to go out with him? Tears stream down her cheeks and she pats her chest, feeling so hurt. "Please, Mr. Wright," in an instant, she drops to her knees, "This job is extremely important to me. This company has been my dream company to work for and I have labored so hard to get here just so I could get in. So much also depends on this. Please don't do this to me. I can't go to the bar with you but don't reject my application because of it. Please.""Save me the bullshit, Miss Nicholson," he spits unemotionally and hisses, not sparing her a glance. "If the job was as much important to you as you claim it is, you would have accepted my request. "But since it isn't, you have the gut to reject so spare me the pity

For what seems like an eternity, Benjamin stands there motionless, time standing still around him, and his mouth agape in shock.The slap had been so sudden, so unexpected that he can't believe it actually happened. It takes him until he touches his aching cheek for it to slowly begin sinking in.It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in a trance. It really did happen. An acid-like taste creeps into his tongue and he groans out, taking a look around him, especially at Natasha behind him.And at that moment, it is as if a bomb explodes in his head as he gets a clearer view of what just happened. This punk slapped him right in front of Natasha just after he tried to show off to her how influential and powerful he is.And to top it off, the punk threatened him that he would slap him yet again, even harder, if he as much as opened his mouth again. If these were done discreetly then maybe it would have been a little bearable, but the punk's slap and threat were so loud that they garnered the atte

"No, you won't dare!" Benjamin yells, his fists clenched. "Indeed, I might have lied about being friends with Mr. Capone," he sucks his teeth. "But I'm still Benjamin Wright, the supervisor of World Apparels Galaxy! You sure can't dare to hit me!"Luca sneers disdainfully, "If your general manager or Mr. Arthur Smith were here, I might show some restraint, but you are just a mere supervisor, do you think your status can scare me or stop me? What can you possibly do to me?! In case you don't know, you are nothing but a worm to me! Hmph!" He snorts coldly, barking, "Beat him up!"Benjamin's face pales and his eyes widen in terror. Truly, he is just a mere supervisor while Luca is the brother of Mr. Lorenzo Capone, their status are worlds apart from each other. How could he have been so stupid to think his identity would stop him from getting his revenge?His blood runs cold. These burly men are almost reaching him. "Please, Mr. Capone, spare me!" Not knowing what else to do, he drops to

Natasha's offer is quite appealing that the onlookers, especially the male folks, both old and young, are so intrigued. "Just the thought of watching her do the dishes is enough to make my day," they think, their minds wandering to the image of Natasha bending over a sink, her backside in full display, and their mouths water, so pushed to help her, but as soon as their gazes land on Luca, they sigh and dismiss the idea, the majority of them backing several meters away as they don't want Luca thinking they might actually be considering the idea."So none of you is willing to help me!" Not being able to hold back her emotions as she sees their actions, Natasha breaks down in tears, her body shaking uncontrollably.She did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this cruel fate, but here she is about to pay the price for another's sin just because she is poor and has no one to stand up for her. As tears stream down her cheeks, her eyes turn red and puffy, and she feels a crushing sense of hop

Luca's underlings stop in their tracks, their gazes turning to where the voice came from and at the sight of the owner of the voice, their jaws drop. In the doorway stands a tall, muscular figure, his frame imposing and intimidating. He is clad in a black leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his overbearing muscles, and a large, intricate tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo is a mix of skulls and crossbones, with flames licking up the side of his arm. His dark hair is slicked back, and his dark eyes are piercing and cold. His jaw is set, his expression unreadable, but there is no mistaking the danger he exuded. His presence fills the room, his sheer force of will palpable.It's quite normal that Jordan keeps an indifferent front and as such would never care about whoever it is at the door...But things are different this time around as he is quite intrigued, which is because whoever it is had managed to stop the brewing brawl with just the sound of his voice and instil