The ever-loyal female supervisor immediately blocked my path, shouting angrily, "Tobias, you can't just hit someone and then walk away without apologizing!
"Security!"
Soon, a group of security guards rushed over.
The lead security manager, Milo Walsh, was Kate's younger brother and my brother-in-law.
Ever since I got married, he, like the rest of the Walsh family, had never looked at me with any respect.
Hearing the female supervisor's loud yelling, Milo didn't hesitate to have his men pin me down tightly.
Many colleagues also came out to watch the commotion, crowding the corridor.
Kate's face was dark as she said coldly, "Tobias, if you don't apologize to Peter, you can forget about leaving the company."
Even at this moment, Peter didn't forget to act. "Ms. Walsh, I'm fine. Tobias probably didn't mean it. Please forgive him."
Seeing his hypocritical, ugly face, I silently clenched my fist and instead of getting angry, I laughed. "Keep acting, Peter. Keep it up in front of everyone!"
Kate's brows furrowed tightly, and in the next second, a fist the size of a cooking pot landed heavily on my stomach.
A sharp, piercing pain surged through me, and I almost blacked out.