Drink!
Uncle Peary?
In front of her, Maxwell Peary reached out and grabbed Hazel Quartz's wrist.
This scene instantly made Nia Mitchell forget everything, as if there was no one else around.
In this world, there was only her and him.
"Ah!"
Hazel Quartz's scream suddenly echoed throughout the Secretary Department, jolting Nia Mitchell from her imagination.
Cold sweat quickly surfaced, Hazel Quartz's face turned pale as she reached out with her left hand to rescue her right hand.
But seeing the strength in Maxwell Peary's hand growing, she had no way out.
"Ah! It hurts! Let go of me! Let go of me!"
Hazel Quartz shouted, tears spilling out instantly.
She looked so miserable, the only word to describe her was ugly.
"It hurts! Let go of me! Let go of me now! Ah!"
Hazel Quartz's face contorted with pain, her left hand trying hard to pry the CEO's fingers off, but it wouldn't budge.
The excruciating pain from her right wrist spread across her body.
