Veins popped on his forehead. He whipped around viciously, but the pain kept him from getting to his feet. All he could do was slump on the ground and glare at her:
"You!"
"'You what?'" The woman looked down on him, her voice ice-cold. "You useless, ill-bred punk. You see a company shareholder and treat her like she's invisible. Was that shitty look on your face for my benefit?"
'She had been bottling up a firestorm of anger, and this sniveling bastard, who couldn't see past his own nose, just had to walk right into the line of fire. If she didn't blow up now, she'd be doing a disservice to her explosive temper.'
She hadn't called herself the "boss's wife," but a "company shareholder," completely detaching herself from her relationship with Wen Jie and leaving him speechless.
After all, company policy explicitly stated that employees were to greet shareholders and board members on sight. It was basic courtesy.
