Chapter 211
"And who do you think would fit to be my wife then? You?" Jon laughed rambunctiously as if that was the funniest joke he ever heard. "Okay, that joke is so fucking hilarious. I can’t even imagine marrying a sorry excuse for a human being like you."
"Sir, I don’t think it’s necessary to say that..." Olga murmured, but her feelings were hurt badly, and her body trembled as she felt an extreme humiliation from this bastard.
"Have you considered plastic surgery? It might change your face, but I don’t think you have the money. Your face needs to be completely redone so nobody will know the real you," Jon’s insults continued. "Oh, you can also try wearing a mask. It should be cheaper. I think I’d have a better time looking at a cardboard or paper bag than your nasty face with pretentious makeup."
Olga’s lips trembled.
She excused herself for a moment and rushed straight to the bathroom to wash her face. Because she began to cry because those words were so cruel.
Yes, she was ugly, very ugly by any beauty standards.
She wasn’t gifted like Madeline Rose, who got all the attention because of her beauty, and she surely wasn’t going to date a handsome Hollywood megastar like Zane Eastwood or a scion from a billionaire family like Lancelot Grant.
She endured a lot in her life, job hopping because she got fired or left. Most of them were because she got abused, just like what Bertha did to her.
And now, she was so close to resigning from this job because she couldn’t bear all the verbal abuse from Jonathan Hale.
Olga stared at her reflection in the mirror and murmured bitterly, "Life is truly unfair for an ugly woman. Why do I have to be born like this?"