Jared let out a cold laugh and smashed the custom-made cup she had spent half a month crafting just to please him. He had once cherished it.
"Engagement? The only person I love is Karin. What kind of engagement could there possibly be?"
"Carrie, since you enjoy throwing coffee on Karin so much, why don’t I let you experience what it feels like?"
His expression darkened, returning to that terrifying, ruthless look he had when she first met him—like he wanted to grind her to dust.
Moments later, a group of bodyguards swarmed in, gripping her hands and feet, rendering her immobile.
Jared’s voice was like a devil’s whisper from hell. "Karin, how should we punish her?"
Carrie struggled, but it was useless.
Karin feigned generosity. "No need, Jared. I’m not that fragile. It’s just a cup of coffee. When I worked odd jobs abroad, I was often beaten and scolded by customers. I’m used to it."
Jared’s face grew even darker.
"It’s not your place, Carrie, to bully someone under my protection."
"Bring me ten cups of boiling coffee."
Carrie’s heart pounded. "Jared, what are you trying to do to me?"
She didn’t want to risk her life—she still wanted to see Art awake and healthy.