The cup slammed into her forehead from such a distance; the impact was not to be underestimated. She clearly remembered how she had caused Michael Gordon to lose his memory with a bottle of red wine. She couldn't afford to have a concussion from being hit by a cup!
Her current symptoms felt similar to a concussion – dizziness and nausea!
As Ivy thought about it, the discomfort intensified, and her legs even began to weaken.
"You bunch of assholes must be tired of living!"
An angry roar, both familiar and domineering, broke through Ivy's eardrums. As her vision started to fade and her mind exploded with pain, she saw a familiar face just before losing consciousness. "Michael!"
Michael's eyes were immediately drawn to the shocking blood on Ivy's forehead. It felt as if his mind had exploded and his heart clenched with fear. His pupils dilated to the extreme as he swiftly scooped Ivy into his arms. "Quick, call the company doctor to my office!"
