Florienna Ellis originally thought these words would intimidate George Robbins.
But what she didn't expect was that George hated nothing more than others showing off in front of him.
Moreover, it was someone he had always seen as nothing more than a plaything.
So, without any hesitation, George directly slapped Florienna across the face.
The slap was even crisper than the sound of the desk ornaments that Florienna had swept onto the floor, sending her eyes spinning. She staggered to the side, bumping her thigh against the corner of the desk.
Her expression was dazed, and a ringing noise seemed to echo in her ears.
"I told you to shut up!" George glared unceremoniously at Florienna.
"You…"
Florienna clutched her cheek, her eyes reddened as she looked at George, tears hovering endlessly in her eyes.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, George stepped forward, now standing above her due to their positioning and posture, looking down on her.
