"..."
Jack Sullivan held both hands in front of his face, staring at Sonia Quincy with a wary, dumbfounded expression, saying nothing.
Sonia Quincy didn't press him. She picked up Lynn Preston's bag from the chair, pulled Lynn around, and started to leave. As she walked, she looked back to warn him, "Tomorrow morning, I'm coming back with Lynn to submit her resignation. You'd better find someone to calculate her wages right now. Make sure that paystub is in Lynn's hands by tomorrow."
"If you dare to drag your feet and brush me off, I'll come to this office every single day and watch you work!"
"...You... you..." Jack Sullivan had never met anyone as unreasonable and domineering as Sonia Quincy. He reflexively took two steps to follow, but the menacing expressions on Felix Preston's and Evan Yates's faces made him retreat.
"What? Was my wife not clear enough?" Felix Preston's cold gaze landed on him, his question light but chilling.
"..." Jack Sullivan didn't dare to answer.
