It depends on how you beg for mercy

"Um" Hazel frowned, her pale face covered in cold sweat as she writhed in pain from the spasms in her abdomen. She had collided with the office desk, and the pain was unbearable.

Without even sparing her a glance, Jack walked to the other side of the desk. His breathing paused for a moment as he glared at the broken photo frame on the ground, his anger rising.

The air in the office suddenly seemed to freeze.

Hazel shuddered, taking a few deep breath to ease the worst of the pain. She gritted her teeth and propped herself up on the desk, only to see Jack staring at her with a fierce expression, holding a broken frame. But it seemed that the frame was already broken before it hit the ground.

After a quick thought, she suddenly understood. Looking at Jack, who was glaring at her as if he wanted to kill her, she suddenly stopped panicking and even laughed as if she was watching a show.

Suppressing the pain in her hand and abdomen, she blinked innocently a few times and shrugged, "Ooh? It's broken." Since he could be so cruel to her, she wouldn't make it easy for him. Even if the result was that he would be furious and do something violent to her, she... would enjoy it.

Jack gritted his teeth, looking at the woman who was separated from him by a desk, smiling brightly. He couldn't help clenching his fists. "Broken? You did it on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately dropped it over there, deliberately let it fall, deliberately made me unhappy?"

He was much taller than her, and he looked down at her with a hint of danger in his voice, "You really make me sick!"

Hazel felt a tightness in her chest, but she laughed in anger, "Is that so? Then I really have to congratulate you. I make you sick, but I'm still on your household registration! On our marriage certificate, It's still me and you."

She glanced at the photo frame, the crystal on the edge was broken, and the glass in the middle was cracked. A crack that happened to separate Jacks' face from Ashley's.

For no reason, she suddenly felt relieved.

"And Jack, don't even talk about whether I did it on purpose or not. Even if I did it on purpose, so what? Even of you hate me, I'm still your wife, Mrs. Jack Aiden. Don't say I broke this photo frame, even if i threw it in the trash can, it wouldn't be to much."

On her face was a look that said, "What can you do to me?" Jack was burning with anger, but he smiled. though there was a hint of blood lust in it. He walked slowly towards her and touched her face. "My wife, right? Mrs. Jack? Hazel frowned and tried to avoid his touch, but he exerted much force and didn't give her a chance. "Mrs Jack," his voice was soft, like a whisper between lovers, but his eyes were cold and fierce. "I want to see how you beg for mercy for me!" He suddenly let go and took two steps back in disgust. ""Now, get out of her!"

Hazel looked at him deeply, said nothing more, and turned to leave with her cleaning tools. Jack stood there, looking at her straight back and graceful figure, his anger growing instead of subsiding. That damn woman, she had really changed in the past few years, even her personality and face were different from the kind and cheerful Hazel he knew before.

He clenched his fist and hit the desk hard, feeling a slight dampness that made him frown. Blood? He didn't seem to be injured anywhere, so was it hers? But he didn't see anything wrong with her just now, and she didn't even touch the photo frame that broke.

Was it a trick? The thought made him squint. Well, the idea was good, but the execution was too deliberate and low-level. Since she wanted to play, he would play with her too!

As soon as Hazel left Jack's office, her back was no longer straight, and the fighter-like woman from before was gone. Maybe she was really crazy, which was why she said those things just now. Jack seemed to be very angry and he asked her to beg for mercy. She didn't know what he would do next, but as long as he didn't target Brook, she would accept whatever he did.

When she returned to the cleaning department, her colleagues had already come back, and they all looked at her with sympathy when she entered.

She hesitated for a moment before walking inside, but Martha ran over and pulled her to the corridor. "Hazel, what did you do just now? Did you offend the CEO?"

"What happened?"

"Just now, Supervisor Donald received a call. I don't know the details, but he said that you should come back and do your job properly, and follow the instructions from above." Martha stomped her foot anxiously. "I already told you so carefully just now, why are you still so careless? Anyway, now is not the time to talk about this. Supervisor Donald said to go to his office when you come back. You should go now, and be polite, after all, Global's treatment is really good."

Hazel thanked Martha and went straight to supervisor Donald's office. "Supervisor Donald, did you call for me?

Supervisor looked at Hazel, his eyes flashing, then he said seriously, "Hazel, did something happen with the CEO just now?"

Hazel remembered the tense situation with Jack just now and pursed her lips without answering.

Supervisor Donald sighed, "It's my fault. I didn't explain it to you properly before and now..."

Hazel interrupted him "Supervisor Donald, just tell me what punishment I received from above. Did they fire me?

"It's not that serious, Global is still very humane. It's just..." Supervisor Donald coughed lightly. "Because you're a newcomer and don't understand many things, the CEO secretary called me personally just now and asked you to learn more about cleaning."

The CEO's secretary? wasn't that Jack's intention?

But weren't they going to fire her? She thought Jack would take this opportunity to sweep her out of Global.

"So?'

"The instructions from above are for you to clean the first to third floors of Global again today." Supervisor Donald added, "including the toilets."

Hazel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although Global was divided into three buildings, the first to the third floors were connected. One floor was already large enough, and now it was three floors.... Jack really kept his words.

"They also said that if you don't want to do it, you can resign on your own initiative, but let me convey that you should reconsider the importance of the matter."

Hazel suddenly understood the meaning behind it. Wasn't Jack trying to tell her in a subtle way that if she didn't agree and make him unhappy, he would go after Brooks?

"Hazel, you'll have to work a little harder this time. If you follow the instructions from above, you'll be better off, and our entire cleaning department will be better off too." Donald walked over and patted her shoulder, "if you have any questions in the future, just ask me. Can I not take care of you?" After speaking, he lightly pinched her shoulder and had a different smile on his face.

Hazel felt a chill in her heart. She took two steps back without showing any emotions and said , "supervisor Donald, I'll go out to work first."

As soon as she turned around, she saw Gloria standing by the door with coffee, staring at her dissatisfied.

Hazel pretended not to see it and went straight to the first floor to pick up her tools. Looking at the spacious lobby on the first floor, Hazel gritted her teeth. That bastard Jack, why doesn't he just die?