The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 135

Diana’s pov

I watched him, unmoving.

Fisher slammed the table, “I’m fucking told you to take off the mask, didn’t you hear?”

“You have no right to demand that of me,” I said coldly.

“I’m in charge now. Dare you say I don’t have the authority?” Fisher stood up from the sofa, angrily approaching me. “Today, I want to see what face hides beneath that mask of yours.”

He reached for my mask.

I seized his wrist, voice colder than before, “I told you, you have no right to demand this.”

Fisher winced in pain.

“Damn bitch, let go of me! Ouch… that hurts!”

“Still want to see my face?” I asked expressionlessly.

Fisher, probably afraid, refused to plead before me and instead forced bravado, “I don’t want to see it! Damn, with that ugly face of yours, looking at it might bring me bad luck.”

Ignoring his verbal attack, I coldly huffed and released him.

Fisher, holding his wrist, stepped back.

Once steady, he glared at me with revenge and calculation in his eyes.

“I may not have the right to take off your mask, but I surely have the right to punish you.”

He ground his teeth, smiling in a sinister manner.

“Since your job performance is lacking, today, you’ll take on janitorial duties. I suppose that’s the only meager value you can contribute to this project.”

I looked at Fisher coldly.

Perhaps remembering my earlier ruthlessness, he instinctively took a step back. “What’s that look? Don’t you accept it? Let me tell you, I’m sent by William! I—” “I don’t object,” I impatiently interrupted Fisher, “I accept the punishment.

I had no desire to endure Fisher’s foolish remarks any longer.

obedient, Fisher

scrubbing

office,

had been waiting

“Today’s experiment is up

I smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go talk to

I grabbed Moss, shaking my head. “It’s

nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical labor again, I’m

know

looked at me, disapproving in

his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As you wish.”

he walked toward the laboratory with determined

I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point,

I’ve been doing janitorial work.

sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying

help multiple times, all

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

only burden the person assisting me.

the cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in

Fisher kicked open the utility room door and

completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like a

“Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the restroom

I swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said,

these were routine during the two years I served

wrist, dragging me

shouted, “Does this look clean

tiles were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints, and the

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yellow stains but also leftover food.

my fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I asked.

you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned

me a

prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I

left triumphantly, warning me before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face into