"Let go!" Lyon commanded.

Matching Lyon's angry stare, I finally felt a relief after enduring the ordeal and tears welled up in my eyes. I slowly opened my hand, revealing the bloody mess of my palm and the piece of glass lodged in it.

Lyon's expression darkened as he picked me up and headed for the door.

I grabbed his shirt collar, my voice weak. "Mr. Monroe, you can just send someone with clothes."

If Lyon got me out of the company, rumors would definitely be running wild by the next day.

Lyon looked down at me, his eyes chilly. My pale, weak face appeared so pitiable, his face darkened....