"Kneel to me." Eliana Beckett erupted in fury, "Jasmine Green, the longer you work with me, the less capable you become!"
"Are you treating my words like wind blowing past your ears?"
Jasmine remained silent: "..."
She had agreed with Eva Nightingale to keep it a secret, to keep it secret to the end—even if it cost her life, ensuring that the young miss wouldn't be implicated.
"Madam, please calm down. Jasmine has failed in her duties, I earnestly ask madam to punish me, Jasmine willingly accepts."
With that, she rolled up her black leather pants, pulling them above her knees, her snow-white skin exposed. Without any fear, she knelt onto the pile of broken glass in front of her.
"Hiss—"
The sharp glass shards cut directly into her flesh, a surge of pain attacked her knees, and blood immediately began to ooze.
"Alright, alright!!" Eliana Beckett was truly beside herself with anger.
