"Robert, I used to work under Miss Garcia, and we had some work disagreements. She clearly fell by herself just now but blamed it on me. Robert~~~"
Mia Garcia was almost spitting blood!
This bitch! She wasn't pushed, she wasn't hit, but could it be that the slap imprint on her face was naturally there?
Furiously pointing at the slap mark on her face, she yelled, "If you didn't hit me, then what's this? Did I hit myself?"
Emma Smith pretended to be scared and looked back at Mia's crazed look, getting even more frightened and squeezing into David Thomson's embrace.
Lifting her head, her little face was brimming with tears, her manner poignant, "How would I know! Maybe Miss Garcia really did hit herself and wanted to frame me? She just said that she's good in bed, praised by both company executives and clients, so she could surely please you and told me not to bother you anymore!"
