Gong Fengjiao felt extrely uncomfortable, but at this mont, she didn’t want to say anything more.
Moreover, he had berated her so harshly over the phone last night. She, Gong Fengjiao, was a renowned model and a celebrity, after all—how could she possibly swallow this insult!
"Two years? Ha..." Qi Longbing looked at her, his deep eyes filled with an indifference that suggested he found nothing more amusing. "Then how co I don’t rember your scent in my bed at all?"
His words instantly made Gong Fengjiao’s face burn. How could he say such things about !
"Soone, please show Miss Gong out," Qi Longbing said in a lackluster tone, his expression weary and devoid of warmth.
Gong Fengjiao was infuriated. But now that she had co, how could she just leave? No, I absolutely can’t leave like this.
Suddenly, Gong Fengjiao walked toward Pan Yutong, who had remained silent. She snatched the poured glass of Lafite wine and, without a second thought, splashed it onto the woman. I’ll show you for trying to stay here! This woman is the most detestable!
"What are you doing?" Pan Yutong, drenched and disheveled, was overco with fury. How could I, the prestigious Miss Pan of Warner World, endure such humiliation?
SLAP! A palm landed crisply across Gong Fengjiao’s face. "Ouch, ouch! That really hurts! Oh, it’s seriously painful!" she cried, clutching her cheek.
"You actually hit , you vixen!" Gong Fengjiao, indignant, grabbed her handbag and swung it at Pan Yutong. "I’ll beat you to death, you damned vixen!"
"You shaless woman, you’re the vixen!" Pan Yutong retorted, unwilling to back down.
Any semblance of ladylike grace vanished as the two quickly descended into a brawl. At this mont, their once-prized long, curly hair beca a liability, offering pri targets for each other.
The CEO’s office echoed with shouts and screams—what a spectacle! They tore at each other’s hair and grappled, the fight becoming as wild as one could imagine.
SLAP! Pan Yutong struck Gong Fengjiao again. Enraged, Gong Fengjiao relentlessly battered Pan Yutong’s smiling face with her handbag, seemingly determined to flatten her proud breasts.
The air filled with guttural cries and the thuds of impact. "AHHH!" "THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!"
"I’ll beat you to death! I swear I’ll beat you to death!" Gong Fengjiao shrieked.
Pan Yutong thought fiercely, Hit her! I have to beat her senseless!
"Who let you, you damned vixen, co near my future... husband-to-be!" Gong Fengjiao scread between blows.
Both won unleashed every "feminine martial art" they knew, intent on beating the other down in one go. Handbags and high heels beca their primary weapons. Although Gong Fengjiao had a height advantage, Pan Yutong’s nimble movents gave her an edge. Gong Fengjiao aid for Pan Yutong’s smiling face and breasts; Pan Yutong retaliated by slamming her handbag into Gong Fengjiao’s stomach. I’ll hit you so hard you can’t ever get pregnant and have a baby! Pan Yutong thought viciously.
"AHHH!"
Fight! Keep fighting! Hit her ruthlessly! Gong Fengjiao’s mind raced.
This ti, I must fight to my heart’s content! I won’t stop until she’s down for the count! Pan Yutong resolved.
"Oh my, oh my, stop fighting, please stop fighting..." Ms. Lin and Ms. Zhang were stunned, unsure what to do upon witnessing the scene.
However, their CEO Qi sat comfortably in the Osaka chair, still leisurely reviewing docunts, occasionally sipping coffee with ease, seemingly unaffected by the two fighting won.
But when his gaze lifted slightly, glancing toward a certain spot in the restroom, a faint, mischievous smile touched his lips...
These two won really are quite entertaining. Well, let them fight; it’s not like I’ll lose any skin off my back watching.
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