I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 349

Once the door clicked shut, the chaotic, noisy office was left with only two people.

Miles had no idea what this man intended to do, but a creeping sense of dread began to crawl up his spine.

The sharp shriek of the leather chair scraping against the floorboards pierced the silence.

Miles watched as the tall, imposing man stood up fully. He walked around the desk and stopped right in front of him, exuding a suffocating wave of pure dominance.

Miles hadn't realized just how massive the man was. He was even taller than George by a few inches, forcing Miles to crane his neck to look up at him.

The man radiated an absolute, bone-chilling hostility. His striking features held none of the refinement of a businessman; his eyes were bottomless, harboring a raw, predatory violence.

He didn't say a single word. He methodically took off his tailored suit jacket and slipped off his glasses, tossing them casually onto the desk.

Miles finally sensed the imminent danger. "You..."

The word barely left his mouth.

A devastating fist smashed into his face.

The teeth George hadn't managed to knock out were violently dislodged, practically erupting from his mouth as he was sent flying into the heavy mahogany door.

Jorrod had been trained in mixed martial arts, but his opponents had only ever been heavy bags and sparring gear.

He had learned it strictly for self-defense.

His entire upbringing had drilled one rule into him: always remain calm and calculated.

Throwing punches was too reckless, too primitive. More importantly, it risked getting his own hands dirty.

This was the very first time in his life he had battered another person.

And he held absolutely nothing back.

It was a sheer, terrifying one-sided slaughter. With his face grotesquely swollen, Miles was in so much agonizing pain he couldn't even draw a full breath. His eyes, completely wide with terror, locked onto the face of the man he had dared to underestimate just moments ago.

Jorrod's expression hadn't changed at all. He was dead calm, looking as though he hadn't just beaten a man half to death.

He crouched down over Miles and casually picked up a jagged shard from a teacup that had shattered during the beatdown.

He held it out.

"How exactly did you cut George? Come on, give me a demonstration."

Miles's lips trembled violently.

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