Sheila ignored Jacques completely and turned to leave.
But the man suddenly closed in and grabbed her wrist.
Jacques' bloodshot eyes stared into Sheila’s, his voice low and demanding, “Sheila, you resigned?”
Since he already knew, Sheila saw no point in hiding it.
Her face cold, she yanked her hand free and said, “That’s right. I’m planning to move to another city with Hayes.”
Hearing another man’s name from her mouth was like gasoline on fire.
Jacques’ chest heaved in anger, his teeth grinding together. “Sheila, you’re planning to leave, but did I give you permission?”
“I’m telling you, you won’t take a single step out of Oakpond without my approval.”
The tone of his voice made it clear he wasn’t joking, and Sheila had no doubt he had the power to enforce it.
His arrogance ignite
