Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

"What's it?." "Boss, she has stubbornly refused to leave" Ava informed. "Call on the security to carry her out!." Patrick ended the call and he cussed "F*CK."

"Then I guess I'm not your daughter anymore, Mr. Vallance." "You... Are you threatening us?" Mom clutched a sobbing Cindy, eyes full of hurt. "Just because we let Cindy borrow your design, you're going to ruin her future? And now you hate us for it? How could you be so heartless? You've really let me down." That's all it took to disappoint her? I shrugged. "If that's how you see it, can't help you, MRS. VALLANCE." Andrew finally spoke, still holding the phone, eyes wide like he'd just realized who I was. "Viv... You planned this? You're punishing Cindy for the wedding? I told you—she's unstable. She didn't mean to—"

"Mrs. Lawson, please take care of yourself. We are very sorry. Mr. Lawson's yacht was involved in an accident. We've already arranged for professionals to carry out recovery operations, but it's been difficult. There was also a sudden storm, so—" "Stop talking nonsense! I want to see my husband!" she shouted like she had lost her mind, tears pouring down nonstop. Her whole body trembled violently, and she refused to let anyone touch her. Then, Luis showed up. Without a word, he slapped her hard across the face. “You useless wench! You couldn’t secure the contract, and now, the man is gone too!" Nancy's lip split open from the slap. She looked almost deranged as she shouted back, "This is all

"Mr. Silver, it seems you only glanced at the plan. Why not let our client weigh in? Perhaps they should be the first to review it." Baron is displaying frustration and indignation towards the plan being discussed. His action of slapping the table angrily indicates his emotional state and the intensity of his reaction. He expresses his disapproval of the plan, stating that he cannot endorse it as it goes against what he perceives as beneficial for the company. He emphasizes his responsibility to make decisions in the company's best interest. Baron then asserts his decision to send Aliza's plan instead, implying that he finds it more suitable. He reacts defensively to any perceived challenge

“Come for me one more time, Miss Sinclair, and I won't play it safe with you.” Still, her body jerks in a mocking laugh. “You have everything to lose. Your company. Family. And name.” She sticks her fingers out as she counts. “For my bestie, I’d be gentle. But don't you pull this cheap stunt ever again and make me look like some cheap whore.” Her tone is cold. “I'm passed that stage of lusting over a hot billionaire psycho. Grow the fuck up, Baron.” With that, she marches towards the door.

“You said no to me. No one says no to the Frasers. It’s not acceptable. Anyway, you have twenty-four hours. Call me when you’re ready to sell.” Emma rose to leave, but Barron’s desperation made him grab her shoulder. “Mrs. Fraser, please, this is the only thing I have-” The crack of her slap echoed across the room. Her bodyguard shoved him to the ground as Rainee gasped, covering her mouth with trembling hands, her tears blurring the scene. “How dare you touch me?! Do you know how expensive this dress is? Your entire year’s revenue wouldn’t even cover half of it. And now it reeks of garlic.”

She yelled at the silly maid. The maid shifted back in fear “There was no bird to send to pass the massage, the Baron must have asked that all birds be put in their cages, it seems like he did not want anyone to know he left the capital. I didn’t even get to know until later yesterday when I overheard the Baroness right hand maid was discussing discreetly to her friend about it” Alicia tried to calm her nerves “Let it be the last time you will refer her as the baroness in front of me”

“Now go doll yourself up and put them on. The car will be there in an hour.” “I know you’re used to people doing exactly what you say, Baron,” I interrupt. “But I don’t work for you, and I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not putting anything on and you can’t make me.” “Wow, what a strong woman,” he replies mockingly. “You really think you’re tough, don’t you?” “I’m not doing it.” “You are doing it,” he growls. “Or I’ll kick you and your mother out of the house before the day’s over. How would you like living on the streets?”

Baron followed silently behind me the entire way, occasionally glancing me up and down. I could feel his gaze sticking to me, but I acted as if he did not exist. After buying a few more daily necessities, I headed home with arms full of bags. As the competition drew closer, I started getting off work later and later. For once, Baron began picking me up and dropping me off again. That evening, just as we arrived home, loud knocking suddenly echoed from the door. Baron shot me a guilty look before rushing over to open it. Michelle stood there, voice trembling as she said, "Baron… The house was taken back. Sandy and I have nowhere to stay now. Can you let us stay here just for one night? I'll f

“Please excuse me for my ignorance. I greet the Baroness of Vozenilek, the Lady Yohan Dei Vozenilek.” The baroness chuckled at her earnest yet awkward greetings. “I have not heard my name from your lips for a while. But I really hope you could address me informally.” “I-Informally?” Cassey trembled as she spoke. How dare I, a mere Maharlika, speak informally to the Baroness of Vozenilek? “Forgive me Baroness, but I could never do what you hope.” The Baroness sighed. “I expected that response from you, since Liracynthia and her lessons must have been a tough bread, your daily consumption.”