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!”

down to apologize. “I’m sorry, Ms. Xander. I’ve been drunk out of my senses today! This is all on me and I swear that it’ll never happen

Natalie felt that the desired deterrent

should already be considered a miraculous

and return to deal with this Zygmunt

the bloodied glass in her hand

the threat against him, went on to cast a look the way

bottles and smash in that wench’s head! Damn the gall of her to threaten me! I’d kill

Given the green light from Gerik, they unhesitantly snatched up the few bottles on the table and lunged themselves

to swat them away but having already injured it earlier when she busted through the door, kicking people only served to exacerbate

Natalie

you all right?” Wendy quickly lent Natalie her

faking it,” replied Natalie while she gently shoved Wendy off. “I’ve endured much worse. Get out of here first

“You—”

good and listen to your

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

to the latter’s burden. Hence, she sought the only solution, which was to step

departed swiftly from the

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

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.