The man finished his words with a twisted grin of vengeance contorting his face.
Years ago, his son, so gifted and bright, had been driven to suicide. The cruelty of Sun Miaoman's actions was unspeakable. If she hadn't tampered with the company, he wouldn't have suffered such a devastating downfall.
A dark smile played on the man's lips. "Bai Jia'an, just wait—what awaits you and your mother is nothing short of hell..."
"Then you can go there first!" Bai Jia'an's eyes flashed with fury. She raised the phone in her hand and struck it forcefully against the back of the man's head.
The hardness of the desk phone wasn't much, so even with the blow, the man only crumpled to the floor, trembling and struggling to sit up.
Bai Jia'an's face still held traces of terror, but she quickly crouched down, picked up the phone, and continued to smash it against the back of his head.
Once...
Twice...
Three times...
