He effortlessly raised his hand at Alice, and Mr. Michael held his hand with a tight grip. “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on her, Oliver!” Mr. Michael warned, his voice ringing and his index finger pointing at Oliver's forehead.
Oliver's rag increased, and he clenched his teeth, his index finger pointing at Mr. Michael and Alice as he beckoned his bodyguards, and they stormed out of the lounge.
Mr. Michael turned to Alice and spoke, his voice stuttering and broken, “Hope, you're okay, and he hasn't hurt you.”
Alice shook her head and murmured, her voice barely audible, “I'm fine, sir." sir." Thank you,” her voice trembling with fear.
“Don't be scared; I'm here for you, and Oliver will never get an inch close to you,” Mr. Michael promised Alice to calm her frazzled nerves down.
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