In an instant, the woman ripped off her sunglasses and hurled them—along with her bag—straight at him.
"You’re not letting me in? Do you think you can push me around? William Astor, if you don’t return my son to me today, I won’t stop!"
"Smack—"
William’s eyes widened in shock.
He jumped out of his chair, narrowly dodging the objects.
The bag and sunglasses crashed onto the desk, scattering everything in their path.
William stared at the mess—computers, papers, everything scattered across the floor—his fury boiling over. He couldn’t speak for several seconds.
'Oh no, did I go too far? He probably had a lot of important things on that computer… What if it’s broken? Would that make him even less willing to talk? I should’ve thrown something smaller.'
A pang of regret hit Grace.
Just
