The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 Be Good And Listen To Your Boss

“It’s me. I-I’m the dirtier one!”

Gerik felt the glass cut even deeper when his response was not prompt enough.

“Stop pushing it. B-Blood. My neck is already bleeding badly.”

Natalie snorted when the foulness of his mouth was entirely displaced by the stench of cowardice. “On your knees. I want you lot to apologize to her. Otherwise, I’d bleed him like a pig.”

Gerik could feel the searing pain upon his wound and immediately hollered at his subordinates, “Did you not hear her? Kneel!”

The other two men exchanged glances before they lowered themselves before Wendy.

“We’re sorry that we’ve been inappropriate and rude!”

“We shouldn’t have forced you to drink. We’re worse than beasts.”

The tearful Wendy tidied up her clothes when she got off the couch. Then, she made her way over to Natalie’s side.

Natalie looked askance at Gerik. “Not just them. You too!”

Fearful for his own life, Gerik immediately got down to apologize. “I’m sorry, Ms. Xander. I’ve been drunk out of my senses today! This is all on me and I swear that it’ll never happen again!”

Having drawn blood from Gerik’s neck, Natalie felt that the desired deterrent effect had been attained.

Against three grown men, the stunt she had managed to pull off should already be considered a miraculous victory in itself, so it would be inadvisable for her to continue to force the issue.

I should leave with Wendy and return to deal with this Zygmunt guy later!

Natalie relinquished her grip on the bloodied glass in her hand and took Wendy’s hand in anticipation of making their way out.

Unexpectedly, the unrepentant Gerik, once alleviated from the threat against him, went on to cast a look the way of his two subordinates.

“Grab the wine bottles and smash in that wench’s head! Damn the gall of her to threaten me! I’d kill her where she stands right here today!”

The two subordinates were quite aggrieved about being sent onto their knees. Given the green light from Gerik, they unhesitantly snatched up the few bottles on the table and lunged themselves at Natalie’s noggin.

Natalie raised her right foot to swat them away but having already injured it earlier when she busted through the door, kicking people only served to exacerbate her condition.

“Ouch—” hissed Natalie as she winced.