Chapter 525
Dylan’s eyes turned cold, and he ordered Edwin, “Deliver a slap.”
Edwin froze. Who was he supposed to slap? Himself? But he hadn’t done anything wrong—had he? He was completely lost.
Brendon’s voice rang out, loud and arrogant. “Didn’t you hear Mr. Scott? Slap yourself and apologize to Yolanda! What are you waiting for?”
Yolanda added with a fake sweet smile, “Maybe we should let it go… He probably didn’t mean it. Some people forget who they are once they get a little borrowed power.” She was clearly mocking Edwin, implying he had forgotten his place as a mere assistant.
“So annoying,” Dylan snapped, shooting a sharp glare at Edwin. “What are you waiting for? Do it.”
Meeting Dylan’s piercing stare, Edwin genuinely started to believe he’d done something wrong to deserve a slap. He slowly raised his hand, ready to slap himself. But just then, Christina’s voice broke through. “Edwin, you should be slapping the one making all the noise.”
Her words struck Edwin like lightning. Could it be that Yolanda was the one who deserved to be slapped, not him? He didn’t dare act impulsively, nor did he dare ask Dylan for clarification, afraid of annoying him further.
Edwin turned to Christina, desperate. “Miss Jones, what exactly do you mean?” As long as Christina gave the word, he would slap whoever she told him to. He knew Dylan always listened to her.
Christina smiled calmly. “You weren’t wrong slapping Yolanda in the first place. And the one Dylan’s asking you to slap is definitely not you.”
Dylan’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected Edwin to misunderstand his order. Since Edwin was losing his edge now, maybe that year-end bonus needed reconsidering. But Christina didn’t seem upset, so he decided to let the matter of the bonus slide—for now.
Christina glanced at Dylan, composed as ever. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Scott?”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, his voice softer as he looked at her.
Brendon frowned. “But earlier, you said Edwin was a pest…”
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Dylan turned to Brendon coldly, his gaze sharp. “Edwin is my secretary. He’s no pathetic pest, as you mentioned. Of course, he wasn’t wrong slapping your girlfriend, as per my order.”
Brendon froze. That glare felt like he was being dunked in ice water.
Edwin silently gave Christina a thumbs-up in his heart. Whatever she said, Dylan went along.
Dylan spoke, his voice cool and commanding. “Edwin.”
“Yes, Mr. Scott,” Edwin answered quickly.
Dylan’s gaze was sharp, dangerous. His words cut like a knife. “Do it.”
“Absolutely!” Edwin stepped forward, his voice steady and sure.
“Don’t you dare!” In a heartbeat, Brendon moved in front of Yolanda, shielding her with his entire body. Narrowing his eyes, he shot Dylan a glare. “You’re crossing the line, Mr. Scott!”
A chill settled in the air as Dylan retorted, “And if I am, what are you going to do about it?”
No words came to Brendon’s lips. Deep down, he knew Dylan had the strength and authority to do whatever he wanted.