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She stared at him indifferently, and walked backwards taunting him, "Are you tired, Mr. Gale? Do you finish that quick in bed too? Oh! How disappointing it must for Mrs. Gale and your sweethearts?"

Hearing her taunts, his humiliation and anger swapped out his pain from the kick, he staggeredly stood up, and attempted to hit her. She smoothly inserted her hand under his armpit spinning around to her right, she swiftly threw him over her shoulder.

The silent lobby was now filled with stunned gasps and the painful groans of Mr. Gale. He rolled in pain slightly hitting the wall as he rolled in a fetal position.

Ignoring the man, she quietly bent and picked her sunglass which fell during her assault but the onlookers couldn't get a glimpse of her face, her cap hiding her face from their eyes. She put on the sunglass and straightened up, smoothing out the invisible creases on her clothes with her hand.

"Ah.", she said unconcernedly, touching her back she added, "I might have hurt my back.", she stretched, then she looked at the fallen body of Mr. Gale, complaining in a feigned upset voice, "You are heavy."

"Young Miss.", a mid-aged woman bowed to her from the entrance. Dressed neatly in a pastel blue dress, haired tied in a bun, a gently look rested on her face, politely smiling at her, as if unbothered by the situation.

"Please continue, Auntie Jeannie.", she guesture with her hand towards the elevator. Aunt Jeannie bowed respectfully before making her way to the elevator.

She casually moved and sit infront of the disgraced form of Mr. Gale, and poked him with her index finger. She kept poking continuously until he glared fury burning in his eyes, her lips twisted up slightly, and she said arrogantly, "Pathetic."

Her voice wasn't too loud but loud enough for everyone to hear, her voice held some kind of evilness that no one dared to be the target for, no one made any noise or tried to interrupt the situation.

He raised his hand weakly to slapped her but she blocked him. She held his wrist tightly, twisting his hand causing him to use his other hand loosened her hand, but she released him before he could touch her. He glared at her rubbing his wrist.

She stood and stepped back, and softly started, "The rope got burnt but spasms are not gone. I like your attitude.", and ended with a smirk, her tone coldly commenting.

She kicked his stomach hard causing him to shrinked holding his stomach moaning in pain. She grabbed his hair and roughly pushed his head up to face her, he couldn't see but her eyes were now deep and cold.

She raised her fist, punching squared in his nose.

...CRUNCH...

He screamed, pain shooting through his face, as the crunch sound indicated his now broken nose. But she didn't let go his hair forcing him to stay in place. He hold his nose with both hands, warm liquid flowing, wetting his palm.

"You think its fun, right?", her cold voice rang through the lobby. Some didn't even dared to breathe watching the scene unfolding infront of them.

...BOMP...

Another punch landed in his right cheek were she previously slapped. She continuously punched him thrice. His whole face was bruised and bloodied, he didn't even got to let another painful scream out, her punch were fast for him to register and put them apart.

She pulled him by his collar and pushed him against the wall. Crouching infront of him, she coldly began, "Do you feel the pain?," she pinched his chin tightly, "The pain a person face after being violated and losing their dignity is nothing compared to your pain. You dared to touch a woman against her will and play with her."

She slowly dragged her finger along his throat, strangling his neck she began to put pressure, his eyes widened and he tried to scratch her hand trying to loosened her fingers around his neck, but her fingers tightened choking him.

"Thinking you have money and power, you tried to devalue her. Do you think a person's life is so cheap? Darling, don't forget your life might be cheaper in another's eyes."

Black dots appeared before his eyes, he started losing consiousness, his eyes closing slowly. She loosened her hold and patted his cheek gently. He violently coughed, spitting out blood, heaving for breathe.

"What a busy day, ain't it Mr. Gale? You worked so hard and in the end got beaten, so unfair.", She talked in a light voice like talking with an old friend, "You drugged her, dreamed about raping her but alas, things never go as planned, right? My intuition always gets others in trouble."

"Tell me, Mr. Gale. Why did you do that?"

His ears were ringing and his eyes filled with tears. Pain and fear were swirling in his mind, the surroundings blurred, this incident was sure to scarred him for life.

"Mr. Gale. I'm not a patient person. Please answer my question. Why did you do that?"

Trying to control his coughs unsuccessfully, he raised his head a little, hearing her question, looking at the female with fears in his eyes, he wheezed out, "I...................I di-n't dr-drugged h-er."

His voice was unclear but she could understand, a gentle smile appeared in her face, "Then who drugged her, Mr. Gale?"

Her smile may appear gentle but it made Mr. Gale more uneasy, so he replied in a low voice," M-Mi-Miss Jenni-fer Sc-Scott."

She sighed, looking at her gloved hand, which was wet because of his blood, "Disgusting. It is now stained with your filthy blood."

She pulled off the gloves, and turned towards the reception area, "Do you have a dustbin?", she asked politely.

But the receptionists were in a daze to replied her instead staring at her appriaching figure. Lacking their response, she quietly went behind the reception area and looked for a dustbin to throw her gloves.

She looked over to see Secretary Paul was already standing at a reasonable distance from Mr. Gale. She threw her gloves and sauntered towards him, forwarding her hand expectantly.

Secretary Paul handed her some tissue to wipe off the blood from her hand which seems to stained her after seeping through her gloves.

She slightly tilted her head as if questioning him, to which he positively nodded his head at her. Pleased with the answer she turned back and stared at the staff, who were anxious in aftermath.

...SQUEAK...

Secretary Paul pulled a wooden chair and kept it behind her.

"Young Miss.", he guestured towards the chair.

The back of the chair was sculpted in chrysanthemum motifs, two arms and a soft floral cushion on the seat. She sat on the chair leaning back comfortably she crossed her right leg over the left, making her figure look elegant. With a cold smile, she wiped off the blood of her fingers. The light from the chandelier giving her a exotic glow, she kind of looked like a demonic character from a fantasy world to the onlookers.

After properly wiping the blood, she supported her left hand on the arm of the chair, and put her cheek on her fist. She closed her eyes tiredly, the lack of sleep and the physical deed contributing to her exhaustion.

"Secretary Paul, did Mr. Gale offended someone.", the manager of the hotel hesistatingly asked while looking at the female who was addressed as Young Miss by Secretary Paul. He had seen her quite a few time but was unaware of her identity, but he had a strong idea of her influence because of the ruckus she had caused. Mr. Gale was the CEO of Symore Enterprise, he was an important client of the hotel so he couldn't help but concern himself for Mr. Gale.

"What do you think?", Secretary Paul asked stoically.

"Well, Mr. Gale is a respected client of our hotel, I don't see how he can offend someone."

"Manager Bail, it looks like you would give up your job for Mr. Gale's pleasure.", Secretary Paul's cold eyes freezed him in his place, sweat beads formed in his forehead and he meekly step back with his head lowered. He was awared Secretary Paul was an important secretary of the Elliot Family, so he knew better than to offend Secretary Paul.

"Secretary Paul, this is Miss Scott."

A man dragged a petite female, who seems to be threatening him but she was stunned a bit when she saw the bloodied form of Mr. Gale. But the man didn't stop for her to analyze the situation and pulled her directly infront of them.

Secretary Paul observed Miss Scott under his scrutinized gaze. Her long wavy brown hair complimenting her pale skin, dressed in a knee length floral dress, enhancing her slender figure. Her right hand had the red imprints of the fingers of the man that brought her here.

"Well done.", Secretary Paul waved his hand in a dismissive manner, the man bowed and left the lobby.

"Who are you and why am I being dragged here like this?"

Jennifer asked sounding offended, looking at them with big innocent eyes. Her eyes portrayed her as a pure soul, but she couldn't deceived Secretary Paul experienced mind.

Secretary Paul waited for his Young Miss to addressed the woman but when she didn't said anything, he glanced at her.

"Young Miss."

"..."

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