Her Majesty

Chapter 8 The Customer’s Reasons

Ever since joining this company, I’ve felt pressured because of this woman. She helped me keep my

job and was involved in my promotion as well.

With her here, I have received countless blessings. Looking back now, I am indeed losing sight of

myself.

As a man, I should stand up for myself. When did I need such a woman to protect me?

“If you aren’t obedient, you’ll be punished. Let’s see if you dare to play tricks with me again in the

future.”

Seeing this woman did not respond for a long time, I lowered my head slightly, only to find that her

mouth was squeezed shut and teras flickered in her eyes. Seeing a thirty-year-old woman aggrieved

like a teenage girl suddenly made feel distressed.

“Don't, don't cry.” I couldn’t stand looking at women cry the most. When my sister cried, I almost died

from feeling bad. Now that this woman cried, I suddenly didn’t know what to do.

“You hit me! Ever since a young age, my parents never hit me.” Hearing this, I felt even more guilty.

What made me the most distressed was that at the most critical moment, she slipped away again.

There was no reason for her leave this time, which made me so angry that I rolled eyes.

Half an hour later, Amanda drove me to Tranquility housing estate. She drove away after dropping me

off and left without asking anything extra. For a while, I had a new understanding of this woman: she

didn’t seem to be that unreasonable.

When I rang the doorbell again, Miss Emily came to open the door in person.

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and beautiful.

“Hello, Miss Emily, we meet again.”

Sitting on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel a little restrained. My eyes subconsciously looked at the

mirror, recalling the scene I saw that day.

Seeing my posture, Miss Emily seemed to have thought of something, and her face flushed.

“Don't keep calling Miss Emily Miss Emily. My name is Emily Peggy.”

She fixed her dress and sat opposite of me.

It seemed that because of what happened that day, she was even more awkward than me in her home.

“Yes. I heard my colleagues tell me that there is something wrong with your product? To be honest, this

is the first time we received such a complaint.” Actually, I was also a little puzzled.

As for breaking, it was impossible. How much might had to be used for it to break? I couldn’t help but

imagine, narrowing my eyes.