Smack!
Lydia Hayes's face whipped to the side upon being slapped by Mikael Armand.
The man's face was scrunched up in anger, deeply infuriated as he resisted the urge to grab her by the throat.
"The only reason you have such a prestigious job isn't because you're so great. The other girls have a misconception you're from the slums, but imagine what they'd do to you when they find out you're nothing but one of those!"
"You had three weeks of everyone in the residence being distracted by that maid who fell into a deep sleep, yet you couldn't find one lousy girl? Do you even deserve to live?!"
Lydia spat out a mouthful of blood, reaching out to wipe off the blood on her lips before turning to look him square in the eyes.
"You hit me like I'm not doing my best. You seem to have forgotten how I abandoned her on that cliff. If anything, I'm the first person she'll come for."
"Do you think I enjoy looking over my shoulders so much that I'll look for that sly wench half-heartedly?"
