Not to be anyone's concubine

Amelia Wilson stared at the group, her gaze instantly locking onto Director Chester.

"Felix Chester, what the hell is going on? Don't you think you owe an explanation?" Amelia said coldly as she looked at him. Then, her eyes swept the room, and she walked over to the cabinet, picked up an empty wine bottle, and charged at him.

Watching Amelia, holding the wine bottle and sprinting towards him, Director Chester felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he had set Amelia up first, he was now also a victim.

"I'll kill you right now, you shameless man. You son of a bitch should go to hell, be scalded in boiling oil, get your skin peeled off, and have your tendons pulled out," Amelia shouted furiously, forgetting her image as she chased and cursed him with the wine bottle in hand.

Felix Chester dodged around the room trying to escape Amelia's 'murderous' pursuit.

The others watched the scene, temporarily at a loss for words.

"Bang!"