Skye Lawrence clenched her fist, oblivious to her nails digging into her flesh, her beautiful eyes fixed on the man's rugged face, and said word by word, "One day I will prove to you that I am right!"
Nicholas Lawrence furrowed his brow, just about to remind her that if she made another mistake, he wouldn't be able to protect her anymore.
But Skye didn't give him a chance, grabbing her bag from the sofa, resuming her usual composed demeanor, and calmly said to Nicholas, "Dad, I'm leaving now."
Nicholas watched her walk out of the office, his hand gripping tightly onto the edge of his desk. His jawline was taut like a knife's edge, yet he didn't call her back.
The Old Master said something right, everyone must be responsible for their own actions. This time Skye was gravely mistaken, she needs a good awakening. Hopefully, after this warning from the Old Master, she'll come to her senses.
...
Skye Lawrence walked out of Lawrence's building amidst the whispering eyes around her.
