The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 472 Be Good And Listen To Your Boss

“It’s me. I-I’m the dirtier one!”

Gerik felt the glass cut even deeper when his response was not prompt enough.

“Stop pushing it. B-Blood. My neck is already bleeding badly.”

Natalie snorted when the foulness of his mouth was entirely displaced by the stench of cowardice. “On your knees. I want you lot to apologize to her. Otherwise, I’d bleed him like a pig.”

Gerik could feel the searing pain upon his wound and immediately hollered at his subordinates, “Did you not hear her? Kneel!”

The other two men exchanged glances before they lowered themselves before Wendy.

“We’re sorry that we’ve been inappropriate and rude!”

“We shouldn’t have forced you to drink. We’re worse than beasts.”

The tearful Wendy tidied up her clothes when she got off the couch. Then, she made her way over to Natalie’s side.

Natalie looked askance at Gerik. “Not just them. You too!”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Xander. I’ve been drunk out of my senses today! This is all on me and I

neck, Natalie felt that the desired deterrent

considered a miraculous victory in itself, so it would be inadvisable for her to continue to

Wendy and return to deal with

her grip on the bloodied glass in her hand and took Wendy’s hand

went on to cast a look the way

of her to threaten me! I’d kill her where she stands right

onto their knees. Given the green light from Gerik, they unhesitantly snatched up the few bottles on the table and lunged themselves at Natalie’s

having already injured it earlier when she busted through the door, kicking

Natalie as she

Wendy quickly

she gently shoved Wendy off. “I’ve endured much worse. Get out of here first so you don’t become

“You—”

and listen to

herself up only on her left foot, Natalie was clearly in pain. However, her unshakable resolve remained palpable within

way, she understood that her own presence there would only add to the latter’s burden. Hence, she sought the only

swiftly

optimistic for Natalie whose right foot was in too much agony to

look. “Aren’t you like the goddess of war herself just a minute ago? Why are you looking like a cripple right now! A freckle-faced fugly trying to play heroics.