Chapter 3

Howard’s arrival made the crowd instantly shut their mouths.

I looked at the smug Elena and said coldly, "Now, pack your trash and get the hell out of here!"

But she didn't move. Instead, she raised her chin even higher.

I frowned. To my surprise, Howard walked right past me. He bowed and scraped to Elena with a disgusting, sycophantic smile.

"Oh, Elena, sweetie! I just got a call from Mr. Grant. I had no idea you had a relationship with him! Forget a full-time offer—if you want my manager position, it’s yours!"

Everyone gasped.

My frown deepened.

Mr. Grant? Which Mr. Grant?

Elena raised her chin proudly, a pink flush of vanity on her cheeks. "Julian is so extra. I told him I wanted to get into this company on my own merit. I can't believe he still called you."

The office erupted into whispers.

"Julian Grant?! Elena actually knows Julian Grant? They must be really close!"

"I can't believe Elena has such a powerful boyfriend but still worked so hard and treated us so nicely. Unlike some trash who sleeps with the manager and bullies Elena!"

I ignored their whispers. My mind was a complete mess.

Julian Grant...

Wasn't that the fiancé my parents arranged for me?

Elena looked down her nose at me. "Howard, I don't care about some entry-level job. I’m going to be Mrs. Grant soon. I was just here to experience how the commoners live. But this bitch dared to insult me and pretend to be the owner. She needs a lesson."

With that, she violently slapped me across the face.

The force of the blow made my knees buckle. I fell to the floor, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.

I was furious. I grew up pampered by my parents and spoiled by Liam. I had never received such humiliation in my entire life.

I grabbed a cup of hot coffee from a nearby desk and threw it right at Elena’s face.

She let out a piercing shriek. Her face contorted in pain. "Ah! My face!"

"Howard! Destroy her!"

I stood my ground. Howard should know who I am. He wouldn't dare touch me unless he wanted to ruin his own career.

But apparently, Howard didn't care about his career anymore.

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind my back. His greasy eyes traveled up and down my body as he dragged me into his private office.

The coworkers watched the show, and not a single person stepped in to help.

He threw me onto the couch. The sound of the door locking made a chill of dread run down my spine.

I quietly reached into my pocket, trying to call Liam on Snapchat.

But Howard slapped the phone out of my hand. The screen shattered into pieces on the floor.

Howard sneered, showing his yellow, decaying teeth. "You little bitch! Trying to call for help? No way! Do you know who you messed with? That’s Julian Grant’s woman!"

He leaned in closer, whispering creepily, "Since everyone already thinks you’re sleeping with me, and you do have a pretty face... why don't you just submit to me?"

He leaned down, sniffing my neck.

I felt like throwing up. I screamed, "Get the hell off me! I am Liam Monroe's sister! I am the new CEO! Touch me and I will make sure you rot in prison!"

Howard didn't believe a word. He violently tore open my shirt.

The cold air hitting my skin made goosebumps break out all over my body.

"You’re the CEO? Then I’m the King of England! It's only your second day here and you're already talking out of your ass. Do you think I'm stupid?"

He pinned me down with his heavy body. I couldn't move.

I fought with all my might, but the physical difference was too great.

As I struggled, I suddenly saw a row of tripods and cameras set up right outside the glass window of his office.

They were live-streaming this!