Just as Jessie Sterling was leaving the restroom and stepping up to the sink, she caught sight of a man not far behind her in the mirror.
Jessie's brow furrowed the moment she realized it was Shawn Stuart.
She turned around, her gaze unwelcoming. "What are you doing here?"
Jessie clenched her fists instinctively.
Shawn Stuart looked nothing like the high-spirited man she had seen that morning. With bloodshot eyes, he looked every bit the drunkard.
Shawn Stuart walked toward her. "You're asking me? Don't you know damn well why? If it weren't for you, how could I have been kicked out of Manhui?! If it weren't for you, would so many people be flaming me online right now?! It's all your fault, you bitch! I'm finished, so you can die with me!"
As he spat out the last sentence, Shawn Stuart suddenly lunged at Jessie Sterling.
He whipped out a pair of sharp-pointed metal scissors he had been clutching in his hand and slashed at Jessie Sterling's face—
"Die!"
