And he, Dennis, was just an employee who had gotten too big for his britches.
After dressing him down, she turned her cold gaze to the two researchers who had spoken up for him. “It seems you two aren’t happy with me either. In that case, give me your names. You can pack your things and leave with Dennis.”
The color drained from both of their faces.
Dennis looked at her in disbelief.
First, she was just firing him as director. Now, she was kicking him out of the institute entirely?
“Anastasia, are you insane?!”
She shot him a withering look. One of the bodyguards, taking the cue, swung his hand and slapped Dennis hard across the face.
Dennis cried out as his cheek swelled instantly. He spat out a mouthful of blood, along with two teeth.
He was trembling with rage. He had never imagined he would be treated this way.
“Fine, I’ll leave!” he spat. “I just hope you don’t regret this, Anastasia!”
“You want the Uling herb? Heh, I’ll never give it to you! I’m taking it with me. If you want it, you’ll have to get on your knees and beg—”
“Are you daydreaming?” Anastasia cut him off with a chilling smile. “First of all, the herb was developed in my institute, so you have no right to take it. Second—do you even have the authority to decide its fate? Are you the one who developed the mutated Uling herb?”
At this, Dennis’s expression froze, then he immediately shouted back, “What nonsense are you spouting? If I didn’t develop it, did you, Anastasia?!”


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