Devilish secretary - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 He was doomed Chapter 49: Chapter 49 He was doomed Lilith glanced at the two men, now cowering in fear, their faces pale as they trembled under her dark, piercing gaze.

Her lips curled into a cold smile as she turned to Nora.

“How do you want to punish them?” she asked, her voice calm but full of quiet danger.

her intense aura making even the bystanders uneasy.

A crowd had started to gather around them-some of their colleagues from the office who had heard about the incident.

Murmurs spread through the group as everyone’s attention was fixed on the three men.

A few others stepped forward to restrain them, ensuring they wouldn’t try to escape.

Nora looked overwhelmed, her eyes flickering between the men and Lilith.

Her hands trembled, and her breath came in shallow gasps.

Seeing this, Lilith took a step closer, her expression softening just enough to offer comfort.

With a faint smile, Lilith leaned in and hugged Nora gently, whispering in her ear, “Be strong, queen.

Make them pay for scaring you, for making you feel helpless.

Show them you’re fearless.” Nora’s breath hitched at those words.

Her trembling hands steadied as she pulled back, wiping her tears.

Her fear transformed into determination, and though her throat felt tight with emotion, she swallowed it down and nodded firmly.

Turning toward the men, Nora’s steps became purposeful.

She raised her hand and slapped one of them across the face, the sharp sound echoing through the crowd.

“How dare you?!” she shouted, her voice breaking at first, but it grew stronger with each word.

The man yelped in pain, clutching his cheek, but before he could react, Nora slapped him again, then turned to the other Two and did the same.

“Don’t ever think you can do this to anyone!” she screamed, her voice shaking but full of conviction.

The crowd erupted into cheers and clapping, some encouraging her to keep going.

Lilith stood back with her arms crossed, a proud smile lighting her face as she watched Nora beating them.

Nora didn’t stop until she felt a weight lift off her chest.

The three men stood there, their faces red, not just from the slaps but from the humiliation.

Their heads hung low, broken more by the shame than the pain.

When Nora finally stepped back, breathing heavily, she turned and ran toward Lilith, throwing herself into her arms.

Lilith hugged her tightly, her hand resting gently on Nora’s head.

“You did good,” she said softly, her voice like a balm to Nora’s shaken nerves.

Nora buried her face in Lilith’s shoulder, her sobs breaking through.

But these weren’t tears of fear anymore.

They were tears of release, relief, and a strength she never knew she had.

The room buzzed with whispers, some admiring and others speechless.

All eyes were on Lilith, her calm yet strong presence drawing everyone in.

But not all admiration was out in the open.

In a dark corner at the back, partially hidden from view, Sebastian Alexander stood still, one hand casually tucked in his pocket.

His chiseled, perfect, expressionless face betrayed none of the storm brewing inside him.

His sharp eyes followed Lilith’s every move, her every gesture drawing him further into a spell he couldn’t shake.

She was, as always, the center of attention.

Lilith’s fitted dress hugged her like it was made for her, showing off her perfect figure.

Her hair fell smoothly around her face, highlighting her striking features.

The way she moved-graceful yet strong-held everyone’s gaze.

Every step, every glance, felt deliberate, like she knew exactly the effect she had on the room.

Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest, but his face stayed cold, unreadable.

Yet deep down, he knew the truth.

He was doomed.

“Sir,” his assistant, Quinn, spoke up hesitantly, breaking the tension.

He had been watching his boss closely for weeks and noticed the changes.

“Do you…like Miss Lilith?” Sebastian’s sharp eyes snapped to Quinn, cold and intimidating.

Quinn instantly regretted speaking and felt his stomach sink.

This wasn’t new.

He had seen his boss keeping Miss Lilith’s resume in his private files, pulling it out now and then to stare at her photo.

And then there were the pictures-taken in secret-stored on Sebastian’s phone.

When Sebastian didn’t answer, his silence said more than words could.

“I-I’ll take that as a yes,” Quinn stammered, forcing a nervous laugh.

Sebastian’s glare hardened, the air around them growing tense.

But instead of scolding him, Sebastian turned his attention back to Lilith, his jaw tightening as he watched her.

Quinn, now certain he had hit a nerve, silently vowed to tread very carefully around his boss from now on.

Assistant Quinn pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hey, Mark, it’s me,” he said in a friendly tone to the bar manager,.

“There’s a situation here at the bar.

Can you help sort it out?

I know you’re the best at handling these things.” He waited for Mark’s response and then chuckled softly.

“Thanks, buddy.

I owe you one.” With that, he ended the call, fully confident that Mark would take care of everything.

After Lilith left with Nora and the others, Sebastian stepped out from the shadows.

The once noisy bar fell completely silent as people turned to look at him, whispers of surprise spreading through the crowd.

Sebastian Carter was not someone anyone thought would show up here.

His presence was like a sudden storm sweeping through the room-strong and impossible to ignore.

He stood tall in a perfectly fitted black suit, radiating power that made people step aside without thinking.

The three men who had dared to bother Nora froze as his cold, piercing eyes landed on them.

The atmosphere felt heavier and colder as Sebastian began walking toward them, each step deliberate and slow.

The sound of his shoes on the floor echoed sharply, like a warning growing louder.

“You touched someone under my protection,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous edge that made everyone feel uneasy.

One of the men tried to speak, but Sebastian raised his hand, cutting him off without a word.

His icy glare seemed to pierce through them, draining away any courage they had left.

“I don’t tolerate people like you,” he said in a low, sharp voice.

“You’ll regret ever coming here.” Mark arrived soon after with his team of staff.

His face turned pale when he saw Sebastian, but he gave a respectful nod.

“I’ll handle this,” Mark said quickly, his tone serious.

The staff wasted no time, grabbing the men and dragging them out, their fate now in Mark’s capable hands.

Sebastian watched the scene without saying a word, his face unreadable.