Jenna Irving touched her stinging cheek. It seemed the skin had been broken, because she felt a fiery pain.
A closer look revealed five large gemstone rings on Jasmine Osborne's fingers.
'I bet there are five scratches on my face right now.'
"What? Still defiant?" Jasmine's aggressive demeanor didn't falter; she looked like she could eat someone alive.
Jenna Irving gave a bitter smile and calmly explained, "Miss Osborne, your VIP lounge is ten floors away from this conference room. The total distance, including the elevator ride, is about three hundred meters. It took me less than a minute to get here from the moment my colleague notified me. If you believe waiting that minute was an eternity, then I'm willing to accept that slap as punishment. But I must point out that this hotel has its own rules. The only person who can discipline me is my direct supervisor, not a guest. For what you've just done, I can call the police!"
