Chapter 212- Tables Have Turned
Dean came inside the meeting room after Nina when he saw her in a rage. He wanted to save Marissa from her wrath but the scene before him had made him rooted to the spot.
He was horrified when saw Nina raising her palm to hit across Marissa’s face, but before that Marissa’s hand shot up with lightning speed, catching Nina’s wrist mid-air.
There were gasps in the room when Marissa twisted her arm and a few of them even got to their feet in shock.
Dean quickly moved forward to pull Nina away from Marissa. Marissa was still holding her arm, with a deadly calm face.
"M...Marissa," Dean called her name, but Marissa didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Instead, she spoke to Nina in a low voice that was surprisingly controlled, "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mrs. Sinclair."
Nina was struggling to free her arm. Her face had turned dangerously red, and Dean didn’t know if it was due to pain or her anger, or the humiliation she just faced.
"Let me go!" Nina tried to break free from her grip, but Marissa didn’t even budge. She just leaned closer, keeping her voice low and soft.
"What were you thinking when you entered this room, Nina? Keep screaming and keep telling everyone how oppressed you are..." Marissa smirked, "But no one knows you better than me. Even your son knows nothing about you. No one is aware, what a filth you are!"
Dean could make a few words out of the whispers, but others couldn’t hear anything.
Nina started making faces just to tell the audience how much pain she was enduring. All she wanted was a bit of sympathy. She even managed a few tears in her eyes.
A senior executive who must be passing by also peeked inside and found the two women in this odd position.