The sound of someone being dragged across the floor roughly reached Carla's ears just seconds later as Benard hauled Piso out of the office.
Piso refused to give up. "Mr. Giblo…please…I'm your most loyal worker!"
Carla panicked when the footsteps approached the door, and Anda swooped in to save her at that very moment. "Carla! What are you doing here?"
Carla grabbed Anda by the arm and tried to make a run for it, only to freeze in place when the door to the office opened behind her.
"What are you doing here?" Benard asked, surprised.
Carla turned around to see Piso, clad in the security guard uniform, kneeling on the ground with Benard yanking on his collar. Piso's hair was in a mess, and he looked like a shaggy, abused dog.
"Carla Wigston!" Piso screeched. "Are you here to watch me suffer after ruining my life?"
"Mr. Nalma?" Anda said, taken aback by the scene. "What are you doing, Mr. Benard?"
"That's none of your business! Get out of the way!" Benard barked, dragging Piso along with him.
Benard grimaced and tugged at Piso's collar to drag him away.
"Carla Wigston! I'm going to kill you!" Piso suddenly yelled, pulling a dagger out of nowhere and charging towards Carla.
Carla tried to sidestep his attack, but someone pushed her from behind, making her fall to the ground.
Piso took this chance to pin her down and drive the blade of his dagger into her shoulder, making her scream out loud.
Blood began to pour from her wound onto the ground as Benard rushed forward to subdue Piso.
"Go away!" Piso yelled, locking Carla in a chokehold and pointing his dagger at Benard. "Come any nearer and I'll turn her into a corpse!"
"Calm down, Piso!" Benard said. "You don't have to do this. You'll just get yourself into even more trouble!"
"Yeah, Mr. Nalma! Put down your dagger, and everything will be fine, " Anda added.
"What trouble?" Piso snapped. "She's nothing but a slut! You're the ones beating me up, sending me to guard some forgotten place and making me suffer! All I wanted was revenge, and you're handing me off to the police for that? Why? Just why?"
"You deserved it!" a loud voice boomed from behind, dousing the flames of Piso's anger.
Zain's backlit figure emerged from the office, as though he was a deity descending from the heavens.
Piso fell to his knees and pleaded, "Mr. Giblo, please don't hand me over to the police…I'll make sure to stay out of your way from now on!"
"Just agree to his requests, Mr. Giblo, " Anda said. "Carla's already injured. She'll die if this drags on!"
Zain narrowed his eyes as he gazed at Carla.
By then, Carla was already shaking like a leaf. Her face was as pale as a sheet, but she forced herself to stay quiet by biting down hard on her lip.
The blood from her would had long since soaked through her black uniform, and Piso's dagger had already carved a bloody streak into her snowy-Whyte neck.
"Haha! I think I know why you're treating me like this. It's because of her, isn't it?" Piso scoffed. "Rest assured that I haven't touched her yet. If you let me go, she'll be yours forever."
Carla looked up to meet Zain in the eyes with a start. No way…
"You have no right to threaten me like that!" Zain snapped, his voice colder than ice. "No one does!"
No one expected him to say that, and an eerie silence settled over the corridor.
"So you want her to die?" Piso growled, pressing the dagger deeper into Carla's skin.
She kept her chin up and forced herself to stay still, though the scent of death had already filled her nostrils.
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