CHAPTER 95

Houston's POV

I could hear a distant howling voice in my left ear, where Fiona's hand had done a great job of whacking.

It hurt badly too.

Rubbing my ear, I ran down the stairs, heading to the corridor with my eyes wide. I had become sober at just her first hit to my cheek. She was strong.

"Anything you need boss?" My manservant rushed at my feet.

I sighed frustratedly and stopped to spit out the blood from my mouth into the little basin.

Fiona had truly done a good job.

She was my feisty little one.

"Yes. Get me a doctor." I told him commandingly while rubbing my sore cheek .

"Yes sir." He said with a respectful nod then walked away.

Turning to the left corridor where my office was located, I punched in the code and entered the room. It was a cozy little room, painted blue.

My gaze swept to the table where piles of file laid unopen on the table. Scoffing, I walked towards the shelf, grabbed a whiskey and poured it into a crystal glass.

"Oh..." I clicked my tongue as I held t