Jared’s lips curled into a smile as he held a cup of steaming coffee. "I’ll repay you tenfold for what you did to Karin."
The next second, scorching liquid splashed across her face.
A searing pain shot through her, and she thrashed against the bodyguards’ grip, but she couldn’t break free.
Jared nodded in satisfaction. "Karin, I won’t let anyone hurt you."
Then, more cups followed—burning coffee drenching her hair, her collarbone, her stomach, her thighs…
Agonizing screams filled the office.
Karin clung to Jared’s arm, laughing wildly.
Jared’s voice was sharp. "Carrie, apologize to Karin. Now!"
She spat on the ground. "I’m right. As long as I’m here, she’ll always be the mistress!"
Without a word, Jared struck her across the face.
"You have no shame."
Then, he handed the last cup to Karin. "Finish it."
Karin hesitated. "Jared, I don’t want to treat Carrie like this. She’ll hate me forever."
He gently ruffled her hair. "You’re too kind, which is why people take advantage of you. With me here, she won’t dare hate you."
With that, Jared guided Karin’s hand, and together, they poured the remaining coffee over Carrie, who was already soaked through.