Williams stared at Isabelle, his jaw tightening in annoyance.
"Miss Grant..." He began calmly even though he was boiling inside.
"I wouldn't stoop so low as to lay a hand on you. Not because you are a Grant, but because I'm a responsible gentleman." He said through gritted teeth.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow, her hand already lifting again.
"Responsible, huh? Let's test that, shall we?"
As her hand swung toward his face, Williams moved faster. He caught her wrist midair, his grip firm.
"Enough, you will not try that nonsense again." He said sharply and dropped her hand like it burnt him.
Isabelle's nostrils flared. She scoffed loudly.
"You think you can tell me what to do? In my own company?" She snapped at him.
Williams straightened up, his expression unreadable.
"I know this will cost me my job. But I won't stand here and let you treat me like trash." He maintained firmly.
Isabelle laughed mockingly.
