Chapter 195

William Johnson's eyes darkened abruptly, his heart gripped by an invisible hand.

The moment their gazes met, the air seemed to freeze.

He stood and walked toward her, his long fingers clenching and unclenching in his pockets. His fingertips lifted, but stopped just before touching her cheek.

Her clear eyes were filled with rejection and disgust.

"Give me a reason for resigning," he withdrew his hand, his voice low.

Emily Smith curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Why ask when you already know, Vice President Johnson?"

"I don't understand," he said impassively.

"My boyfriend doesn't like it." She lifted her chin, enunciating each word. "He wants me to leave BestTech."

The words sliced through the silence like a blade.

A storm brewed in William's eyes. He suddenly gripped her chin. "When I told you to stay away from Daniel Chen, why didn't you listen?"

Emily struggled in vain, then sneered. "He's my boyfriend. And you? What are you to me?"

"What am I?" He laughed coldly, his knuckles turning white. "Emily Smith, listen carefully—"

She caught a flicker of panic in his gaze.

"From BestTech to Grasshopper Audiobook, even the game company you're doing voice work for now." He leaned closer, his breath scorching. "Every job you've had—you've been working for me."

Grasshopper had been acquired by him.

Even that obscure game company was now his property.

Emily's pupils contracted slightly before she suddenly smiled brightly. "William Johnson, are you in love with me? Is that why you're controlling me like this?"

"Delusional," he said, tightening his grip.

"Was David Brown released by Amanda Lin?" she abruptly changed the subject.

William narrowed his eyes.

"Want me to stay?" Her smile was radiant. "Send Amanda Lin to prison to keep David Brown company, and I'll be your—" Her red lips parted. "Plaything."

The words were laced with poison.

"Wishful thinking," he scoffed. "You think you can compare to Amanda Lin?"

Her heart tore open.

Emily suddenly sank her teeth into the base of his thumb. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She bit down viciously until crimson dripped from the corner of her lips.

When she released him, his wound was mangled.

Staggering back, her face pale, she met his eyes again—

There wasn't a trace of anger in them.