The man showed no intention of helping her up. He just watched her, his eyes cold.

The woman scrambled up from the floor, picked up the documents, got to her feet, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the man’s brow furrowed even more deeply. "Stop!"

"Damn you! If you have something to say, spit it out!" the woman snapped, spinning around angrily.

’Damn it, if he weren’t her direct supervisor, she would’ve already gone up and wrung his neck!’

’He doesn’t have a single gentlemanly bone in his body.’

"Heh, quite an attitude, huh?" The man’s lips curled into a wicked smirk.

Jasmine Warren clenched her fists and took a step closer to him, hissing through gritted teeth, "You plastic face, don’t think I won’t hit you just because we’re at the office!"

The man didn’t respond. Instead, his dangerous, almond-shaped eyes raked over the woman before him.

’Those black over-the-knee high heels, paired with that utterly clashing, loud yellow floral maxi dress... He seriously wondered if she was some kind of country bumpkin.’

’No wonder she fell just now.’

Jasmine Warren, extremely displeased at being scrutinized, puffed out her chest and roared, "What are you looking at?! Had your fill?! Look again and I’ll poke your eyes out!"

"Ahem..." The man deliberately covered his mouth and coughed a few times to hide his awkwardness, but he couldn’t conceal the smile tugging at his lips as he spoke. "Tomboy, what exactly are you planning to do in that... unique outfit?"

"It’s after work hours! What I do is none of your business!"

"I don’t want to get involved, but your outfit is frankly a disgrace to my company’s image."

"Plastic face! I dare you to say that again!" ’She’d worked so hard to find these women’s clothes, and he was disgusted, saying she was a disgrace?’

Jason Lockwood’s smile deepened. "I said, your outfit is a disgrace to my company’s image. Did you hear me clearly this time? If not, I don’t mind having my assistant send a special notification directly to your email in a bit."

"Plastic face!!!! I’m gonna kill you! How dare you say I’m a disgrace! You’re the damn disgrace, you plastic-faced freak!" With that, Jasmine Warren threw caution to the wind, tossed the documents aside, and charged at Jason Lockwood.

The shrew before him gave Jason Lockwood a headache. He frowned and sidestepped her attack.

With a loud SMACK, the woman once again fell hard to the ground.

The sound was so crisp it was enough to make one shiver.

That must have hurt so much!

But the man before her was Jason Lockwood, a cold-blooded monster. Even if she had fallen to her death, he wouldn’t have so much as furrowed his brow.

Uh—

Or perhaps Jasmine was wrong. It wasn’t that he didn’t flinch; for a fleeting moment, unbeknownst to her, he felt a pang of her pain.

But it was only for a moment. Then he sneered, "Hurts, doesn’t it, tomboy?" ’She’s clearly a tomboy, yet she insists on dressing up like a woman.’

"Asshole! Bastard! Jason Lockwood! I curse you to get hit by a car the second you walk out that door!" Jasmine Warren was in so much pain she didn’t dare move, but her mouth kept defiantly spewing curses.

Hearing the woman’s increasingly outrageous words, a clear trace of anger appeared on Jason Lockwood’s face. He raised a hand and gestured to the assistant behind him. "Dock her a month’s pay!"

"Yes, sir."

Jason Lockwood walked over to the woman and crouched down, a wicked smile on his face. "How about it? Still haven’t had your fill of cursing?"

"Jason Lockwood, you despicable, shameless scoundrel! I swear I’m going to take you down!"