“Who gave you the order to order Harvey Clarke to do whatever you want him to do, huh?” The Vice President asked as soon as his wife, Janet Klein, came inside his office with her chin held high and confidently strutting. He was looking at her with deep creases on his forehead, his teeth gritted, and he was even growling like a tiger seeing an enemy. “Really, Janet? You freaking caged the man who saved your daughter from her crappy stunts that almost killed her and this is how you repay him!? What on the freaking Earth are you thinking!?”
The woman was shocked at the sudden outburst. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and a feeling of betrayal, as if he had wronged her. She didn’t expect that this was the reason why she was called, she thought it was just a simple matter. She didn’t
