Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 52

"Damn it!" Blake cursed, blinded by rage. The transaction records were the last thing on his mind. All he could think about now was teaching Yolanda a lesson so she'd think twice before acting so arrogantly in front of him.

In a fit of rage, he pulled out a dagger from his desk drawer and lunged at Yolanda. He had once been entrenched in the underworld, so he was no stranger to a fight. He doubted that a high school student could possibly outrun the dagger in his grasp.

However, before he could drive the dagger into Yolanda, his wrist was struck by something she hurled. The dagger hit the ground with a sharp, metallic sound. Blake was about to reach for another knife in a different drawer when Yolanda's hand closed around his wrist with a vice-like grip.

"Wha—" he trashed violently, using every bit of his strength to break free, yet her hand remained firmly locked around his wrist. Then came a bone-jarring crack as his wrist was snapped.

Blake let out a guttural, agonizing scream.

As soon as she let go, he stumbled backward several steps, crashing into the desk behind him. The security guards who had fallen to the ground witnessed this chilling scene unfold in stunned silence, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

"H-How dare you cause a scene on my territory?" Blake roared, despite the pain making him break into a cold sweat, as he had never felt so humiliated before.

Yolanda chuckled before stepping forward and kicking him to the ground. "I'm dying to see how you're going to teach me a lesson," she taunted, stepping on his chest.

The crushing pressure on his chest made it almost impossible for him to move or breathe. He croaked out, "Let… let go of me…" His pupils dilated in horror as, in the blink of an eye, he noticed that the dagger he had intended to use against Yolanda was now in her hand.

While keeping her foot pressed down on Blake, she casually twirled the dagger in her hand. Yolanda took in the growing terror on his face and let a cold smile spread across her lips.

A heartbeat later, the dagger rapidly loomed larger in his vision. Instinctively, he shut his eyes tight. The crisp sound of marble shattering rang in his ears. Blake stiffly turned his head and found the dagger lodged right beside his ear.

He couldn't believe that Yolanda had managed to drive the dagger into the marble floor with her bare hands. He inhaled sharply, and in an instant, a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

He slowly turned his gaze to Yolanda and noticed that this plain-looking girl's pitch-black pupils were gleaming with a profound and unsettling coldness.

As soon as their gazes met, he was overwhelmed with a chilling sense of impending doom. It felt as if all the blood in his body had turned cold in an instant.

He stopped struggling, and his fierce expression was instantly replaced with fear. At that moment, he felt as fearful as a bird caught in a snare.

He parted his lips, his voice trembling. "I-I'm sorry… I was wrong! I-I'll give you the project in the south of the city! I'll agree to whatever you demand—just please, spare me and keep the transaction records under wraps!"

At this point, he realized he was completely at Yolanda's mercy. He couldn't match her in a fight, and she had the upper hand with the evidence she held. Plus, they were at the company. If things were to escalate and the board members were to get involved, he would be done for.