"Boss..."
"Drink it!"
The young man's voice pressed lower, and the deep eyes carried an additional hint of chill.
Chloe Turner continuously shook her head, yet dared not muster the courage to retreat. She could only use pleading eyes to look at the young man, "No... no, Boss, please don't treat me like this..."
She looked at the extraordinary handsome face in front of her, and those sleek, beautiful fingers, now like a death sentence, cruelly and mercilessly attempting to strip away her life.
At this moment, she couldn't afford to think much, she rushed forward to tightly hug the young man's calf, begging and crying:
"Boss, what did I do wrong, why are you treating me this way, please spare me, Boss, considering all the years I've followed you, please spare me."
Chloe Turner's beautiful face was already smeared with tears, yet her hands holding onto the young man's legs did not let go, even tightening with her cries and pleas.