254 Another One Bites the Dus (1/2)

”Call me names one more time and I'll make sure you can't talk anymore, okay?”

”M-miss...!”

Yeo Ri's fingers dug deeply into the man's throat, strangling him with an inch of his life.

Secretary Kwon was quaking in his shoes as he witnessed the young girl snap.

She bore a cold smile on her face, her eyes reflecting a gulf of gloom.

He had seen fragments of her resentment several times before, but this was the first time he saw it so closely.

The wretch in front of him was not Lee Yeo Ri.

No, he could not believe it—

—There was no way the spoiled but lovely young lady could do something like this without batting an eye.

”Miss, please stop! You'll kill him!” he warned, hastily holding her back. He tried to pry her hands away from the suffocating man, who was having a hard time breathing thanks to her unyielding grip on his windpipe.

Sh*t! She was out for blood!

It was then Kwon Tae Yang realised that Yeo Ri was not here to play around. ”Miss, please...!”

Instead of listening to his pleas, Yeo Ri tightened her hold even more.

”Ahk—!” the stalker choked. His eyes widened as if he couldn't believe this was happening to him. Was he really going to die, he mournfully thought. Who knew that the seemingly normal girl turned out to be a psycho!

Secretary Kwon gritted his teeth. ”Pardon my discourtesy!” he grunted, using his full strength to pry her away from the man.

”Aaa—gh—uhk—cough! Cough!”

Finally, he managed to stop her.

The girl in his arms was silent.

”...Let me go,” she quietly ordered.

Secretary Kwon lowered his head to meet her gaze, then his heart skipped a beat.

”...!”

Emptiness.

Her eyes were so, so dark that they seemed like two endless black holes, swallowing up everything around them.

Kwon Tae Yang instinctively released her, stepping backwards in unexplainable fear.

”M-miss, I—I—”

Who was this?

The girl... was a monster.

”Aaa... aaa... aah—”

After recovering his breath, the stalker could not keep his head straight. All he could see was the girl's eyes boring into his'. He could recall her hands, how tightly she had crushed his throat. He moaned incoherently, tears and snot dirtying his face.

”Will you answer my question now?” the girl's soft voice resounded in the silent room.

”I-I-I—” the man stuttered. ”I-I'm s-s-sorry! P-please don't hurt me...!”