Ethan was about to leave to carry out the order.

At the doorway, the man spoke, his tone sharp, aloof, a blend of pride and indifference: "From now on, if she's bullied in the company, don’t report it to me. I don’t care."

"Understood."

Did he really understand? Or only seem to?

Once Ethan had left the office, Samuel flung the contract in his hand onto the desk. He didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore. Something restless, ...