Chapter 12: Messenger of doom

Jane changed her position and ended up hitting her head strongly on the wall.

Donald stirred up her painful memories, thereby making her extremely vulnerable to him.

Jane eventually fell down and passed out with a swollen head and a red face.

“What have you done to her?” The ebony skinned man asked while swallowing saliva with a shocking look on his face.

“I just did what I'm about to do to you. Why don't we start with your son?” Donald smirked.

At the sound of that, the latter felt weak in the knees and looked at his watch.

“Psycho! You're definitely psychotic, and I won't give you the luxury of seeing me bump my head like this idiot”

“Don't be certain. Yours would be more interesting, let's get this done with. I'm anticipating your reaction”

Donald said and smirked to her, scaring the latter shitless.

At once, the operations manager quickly left the building.

Donald heaved a sigh of relief and waited for some minutes, just to be sure that the latter would not resurface.

Feeling sati