"Shh~"
"Don't scream!"
Seraphina Quinn instinctively slammed her knee up toward the man's crotch.
But the man had anticipated her move, taking a quick step back just before she could connect.
As the man retreated, Seraphina Quinn pulled the pepper spray she always carried from her purse.
Seeing this, Cian—it was hard to tell if he was angry or amused by her defensive posture—slapped the pepper spray from her hand before once again pinning her against the elevator wall.
His strength was immense. Her entire back trembled from the impact, and the back of her head slammed against the elevator wall, the pain so sharp it nearly brought tears to her eyes.
She was no match for Cian. She could only take a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"Mr. Joyce, I'm Damian Fairchild's woman. Aren't you afraid of losing your head for touching me so brazenly?"
She tried to sound threatening.
But Cian just laughed.
