When Cecil returned from her shift and saw that I was applying medicine to the wound on my knees, she sarcastically remarked, "A b*tch who hasn't seen much of the world has gone soft on her legs at the sight of a rich and powerful man. How shameful."
I pursed my lips but did not respond. Although I was anxious just now, I also knew why I fell down.
I was on good terms with everyone at the hotel. Only a few people were standing near enough to trip me just now and Cecil had been the one closest to me earlier.
After treating the wound, I got up, filled a glass with hot water from the water dispenser and stood in front of her.
I looked at her, my gaze indifferent. "Face or hand? I'll let you choose."
She was taken aback, her face suddenly turned pale when she noticed the hot
