Behind her, Businessman Zhou's furious roar echoed down the hallway.
"You insolent thing! Do you think I'll ever let you make a comeback in this industry? Over my dead body!"
His voice was so loud that several guests inside the nearby private rooms paused mid-conversation. The walls were thick, but his rage sliced through them like a knife. Chairs scraped. Doors opened as curious faces peeked out to see who dared cause a scene in such an exclusive restaurant.
Realizing far too late that he had lost control, Businessman Zhou froze. His expression stiffened, panic quickly cooling his temper. He straightened his clothes in a rush and scrambled to his feet.
"A-ah, my apologies, everyone. I—uh—dropped something, and… slipped. Please, continue with your meals."
But no matter how respectfully he bowed, he couldn't erase the image of Hua Jing kicking him cleanly across the hallway.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
