Domenico
“Wh—what?” she stuttered, her body trembling violently.
I c****d my head to the side, a frown settling on my face. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Chiara. Get back here. Let’s conclude this,” I ordered.
But to my surprise, she did the one thing I never imagined she would do.
She slumped.
At first, her knees wobbled, then her body crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
Thankfully, Abel was quick enough to place his feet in the way, so her head landed on his shoes instead of the hard floor.
My brows knotted, my forehead creasing deeply. Was she pretending? Did she think this was some sort of joke? Didn’t she understand how important this was?
My company was literally hanging by a thread.
No. Absolutely not.
“Chiara! Chiara! Get up. Stop this nonsense!” Gwendolyn hurriedly cr
