"My lord!, my lord!" Jonathan was still fuming over the act she had played in front of everyone. His face had turned cold and his eyes were full of bloodlust.
He wanted to kill the girl then and there for spouting so much nonsense. Even the thought was enough to make him crazy again. Holding the glass of water in his hands, instead of drinking it, he threw it on the floor which shattered with a long thud.
He stared at his aide who had entered without knocking and threw another paperweight on him.
"How dare you enter in my room without a knock! Have you forgotten your place?" he spat with a cold face that looked like he would kill him there and then.
The man trembled with fear. He felt like all the blood had been dropped away from his face. He had only forgotten about knocking because he was too worried for his master. Who would have thought that he would punish him for it.
