"You monster, I’ll kill you!"
In that instant, I wanted to avenge Mrs. Shaw’s death!
"Damn it! How dare you touch our boss lady?"
One waiter shouted and kicked me.
The others rushed over, fists and feet pounding me. Blows rained down, knocking me to the floor.
Agony ripped through me, my whole body breaking apart, but Clara Lane wasn’t satisfied.
She coughed, clutching her throat. When she regained her breath, she glared at me.
"You bitch! No one has ever dared lay a hand on me. Today, I’ll show you the price!"
She snatched a knife and fork from the table.
With a vicious thrust, she stabbed them into my thigh.
Blood gushed out, searing pain tearing through me.
I didn’t scream. Instead, with red eyes, I shouted at her, "Clara Lane, you’re going to die. You’ll definitely die!"
"Still daring to threaten me?" she shrieked.
Furious, she stabbed me again and again, treating me like a target.
Just as I thought my life was ending, someone suddenly cried out:
"Boss Shaw is here!"
