chapter118

Just when he thought he had her, Lydia grabbed his wrist in a tight, unyielding grip.

He grinned, sleazy and smug. "Lydia, the moment I saw you, I couldn't take my eyes off you. Come on, let me show you a good time.

She shot him a cold smile. "Is that so?"

"Of course, Lydia. Anything you want, just say the word. I'll do whatever you wish."

"Even die for me?" Lydia's voice was icy, calm and sharp as a blade.

Henry hesitated, finally noticing the look in her eyes. By then, it was too late.

Lydia squeezed his wrist, hard. There was a loud crack, and a wave of blinding pain shot up Henry's arm, spreading through his whole body.

He screamed, all the color draining from his face.

But Lydia wasn't done.

She twisted his arm, winding it behind his back until he felt like it might snap. His next scream was even louder, echoing into the hallway. People outside the office stopped and stared, and Keith, waiting by the door, looked alarmed.

Lydia let go just long enough to bring her knee up under the desk, landing a perfect kick between Henry's legs.

Henry gasped, then howled, curling up on the floor. His mind went blank. He nearly blacked out from the pain.

"Mr. Ragain!" Keith burst into the room, eyes wide in shock. His usually proud boss was on the floor, clutching his arm and rolling from side to side, moaning like a wounded animal.

"You! What did you do to Mr. Ragain?" Keith glared at Lydia, who stood there looking bored.

He rushed to help Henry, but as soon as he touched his boss's shoulder, Henry screamed again, even louder.

"It hurts! Don't touch me! Call an ambulance! Henry yelled, voice cracking.

Keith nodded frantically. "Yes, Mr. Ragain. Hang in there, I'll call right now!"

Lydia just watched, her eyes full of disdain. She'd barely used any real force, but Henry was already a wreck. What a joke.

"Why are you calling an ambulance? During work hours, he forced his way into my office, said disgusting things, and tried to put his hands on me. You should be calling the police tydia said her voice cool

and commanding. She stared a

Keith, who fumbled with his phone.

Keith's hands shook. He hadn't expected Ms. Norwood to accuse Mr. Ragain of something so serious. What was he supposed to do now?

Henry was still writhing on the floor, his pain now mixed with rage. Lydia's words almost made him faint from anger.

"You... you little bitch! Do you even know who I am? His voice was weak, his face pale, but his eyes glared with hatred. If he could move, he looked like he would have gone for Lydia right then.

She looked down at him, her voice

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flat. "You? You're just Henry, Mr. Ragain's son. You strut around the company, throwing your weight around abusing your position and bullying people. Youve never done a single thing a real manager should do." S

Henry's jaw clenched. He glared at Keith. Keith! Get her! Teach her a lesson!"

Keith hesitated, glancing at Lydia. She didn't look like much, but she'd just put his boss on the floor. And she was the president. If she wanted to call the police, he'd be in serious trouble. He shook his head.

"Mr. Ragain, you're hurt. Let me take you to the hospital first."

Henry was furious. "Scared now? Get her! If anything happens, I'll take the blame!"

Lydia raised an eyebrow, amused. Really? And what are you going to use to take the blame? Your dad's title as Vice President?"

Henry spat out, "You stupid girl, do you know who my mother is friends with? One word from her to the

richest woman in the country and

you're

Power

one at Greenware You be out of Norwood Enterprises before you know it!"