"No way! Are you telling me that?" Nadia covered her mouth, becoming speechless as a second pass.
She argued with this guy just a little while ago. It turned out he was her real boss, not Pitt—if he isn't, why does he know she receives her weekly wages?
'Is it the end of my beloved allowance too? No! I am paying off some properties!' Nadia breathed out, comforting herself. 'I must calm down.'
She worried for a moment. But she must not forget how this guy treated her earlier.
She still remembers how this man kicked her out of bed. Her bottom and hips still ache.
"What are you spacing out here?" said Michael, tapping his wrist, adding, "The clock is ticking. Instead of arguing with me, why don't you move your arse to the kitchen and prepare my breakfast?"
Nadia grimaced. She was still trying to grasp the moment. Yet the man was very impatient and had been ordering around.
