CHAPTER 303

The secretary’s face flushed with anger. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “You bloody civilian, are you threatening me?”

"SLAP!"

The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë so hard across the face that Oliver stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.

"What the heck!" Oliver shouted, holding his cheek. "Did you just slap me?"

"Yes," the secretary snapped angrily. "And I'll do more than that if you don't get out of here right now."

"You have no idea what you've just done. The consequences—"

"SLAP!"

The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë again, even harder than before. Oliver’s eyes widened in shock and pain.

"Soldiers!" the secretary called out, a voice that echoed through the office.

The door to the office swung open, and two soldiers marched in, with their boots clicking on the floor.

They snapped to attention and saluted the secretary. "You called, sir," one of them said crisply.

"Oh yes, I called," the secretary replied, still seething with anger. "Can you imagine that this blo