Publicly Humiliated by the Woman I Loved

I fell asleep in Victoria Sins' office.

When I woke up, I felt something strange on my face.

Several large words were stamped there.

“Pork Quality, Grade One.” Victoria’s secretary, Jason Summer, held a pork stamp and smiled at me with open provocation.

“A pretty boy like you should stay home and stop getting in the way at the company!”

I smashed a cup right there.

Porcelain shards flew toward Jason like shooting stars.

The next second, Victoria rushed in and shielded Jason behind her.

She frowned at me, her voice full of impatience.