Natalie Pierce froze, genuinely stunned. “What are you doing?”
Leslie Bibb broke down in tears immediately, her voice trembling as she cried out, “Your uncle forced us to kneel here. He said we weren’t allowed to leave.”
Natalie’s expression hardened at once. Her tone turned cold and decisive. “Get up. You’re my employees. He has no authority over you.”
There was no hesitation in her words, no room for argument.
The moment those words fell, Sadie Sink and Leslie Bibb felt as if they’d been granted amnesty. Relief washed over them like a tide breaking through a dam. They hurriedly scrambled to their feet, legs still weak, hearts pounding.
Yet as they stood there, their eyes drifted—almost involuntarily—toward Issac Monroe.
And the emotions in their gazes were anything but grateful.
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