Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 290: The Slap Return

"Slap!" The sound of a loud slap resonated across the office, prompting everyone who had been deeply engrossed in their work to look up.

Ivy stood tall and haughty in front of Heather, who was covering her face, though she was from a very ordinary family and had never been slapped before.

"What do you think you are, daring to challenge me? Have you not seen where you are? This is the Montgomery family's company. My father is the president of Montgomery Group; every tile you step on belongs to my family! Get out of here, I want this place."

Ivy strutted around like a proud hen that had just laid an egg, as if she wanted the whole world to know her.

Heather, hand on her face, clenched her other fist tightly. She tried to hold back her tears but couldn't suppress the sorrow welling up inside her, and tears began to roll down.

"What are you still doing here? How thick-skinned can you be? I told you to get out, did you not hear me?" Ivy poked Heather's head as she spoke.

With her vision blurred by tears, each drop fell onto the report lying in front of her. As she slowly got up to gather her things, someone grabbed her hand.

"Who said you could leave?" Aurora's icy voice rang in Heather's ears.

Heather looked up into Aurora's cold eyes, feeling even more aggrieved.

Originally, Aurora had only intended to curb Ivy's arrogance and make her realize her place.

Heather, despite her limited work experience, had caught Aurora's eye through her diligence and eagerness to learn, and Aurora had marked her for special attention.

cleaned up and had kindly suggested Heather

hadn't anticipated Ivy's audacity, her complete lack of

she hadn't looked up just then,

look of distress, but

herself of the time she was bullied

tears; crying was a

to

only

but this

you doing? I'm just disciplining a

call me 'manager' in the company like everyone else, second, your place is over

keeps; I'm her master. A slap is nothing. Apologize to her? Absolutely not,"

and willful, but now she realized it wasn't just that-Ivy's emotional intelligence was severely

implied that the Montgomery Group belonged to the Montgomery family, and she was the master. If Heather was indeed a dog, did that not suggest that everyone present was a dog raised by the Montgomery family? Was the speaker truly foolish, thinking with their rear end to utter such disrespectful words? That statement undoubtedly offended everyone in the office. Originally, there had been plans to teach Ivy a lesson, but it seemed unnecessary now. Who among those present wasn't a seasoned player in the corporate field? While they might flatter you to your face, who knew what tricks they

else, couldn't believe Aurora would actually suggest for Heather

me? Ha! Who does she think she is? If she dares to touch me,

apologize, then you deserve the same treatment. Heather, I gave you a chance, now it's up to you,"

as lowly as her doesn't possess such a

the face, a slap that felt like it hit

for her wild and impulsive nature, Heather had just made herself a target by slapping Ivy, who was already a

Montgomery, no matter how high and mighty you think you are, you should respect others. Didn't your mother teach