All Her Secrets

While Johnathan yelled and screamed, Catherine remained unfazed, as if he didn’t even exist. Seeing that he failed to provoke a reaction from her, Johnathan grew even more upset.

“Catherine, you think you are the boss here, huh? Why aren’t you saying anything?

“Are you guilty? Scared?”

Catherine took the office nameplate and showed it to Johnathan. Johnathan was about to continue yelling, but her action puzzled him. “What do you mean by this?” he asked with a confused look on him.

“Ha!” Catherine sneered, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain and mockery. “I may not be highly educated, but does Mr. Johnathan not know how to read either?”

As Johnathan continued to struggle with understanding, Leonel, who stood behind Catherine, stepped in to clarify.

“Mr. Johnathan, the nameplate says ‘chairperson.’ Each nameplate represents the responsibility and identity of an individual. Miss Swann’s nameplate says ‘chairperson,’ signifying that she is the highest decision-maker of the Swann Corporation. She has the authority to dismiss anyone she chooses. Surely you understand this,” he explained.

In other words, he was subtly ridiculing Johnathan for lacking intelligence.

Johnathan might have caused a scene at home if he was unhappy with Catherine’s actions. But how dare he come to the office and create a disturbance? Was he seeking trouble?

Leonel had assisted Catherine on numerous occasions, which had led to Johnathan harboring dislike towards him. “Excuse me? You better shut the hell up. I am Johnathan Swann, the young master of the Swanns. In the future, the entire family will be mine. Believe it or not, the first person I’ll fire will be you!”

Unperturbed, Leonel smiled at Johnathan’s warnings and threats.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting for you to fire me, Mr. Johnathan.”

After saying that, he paused and spoke slowly. “But I must remind Mr. Johnathan of something. Miss Swann will be the one to inherit everything from the Swanns, not you. You have nothing but a title, so would you like to explain how you will fire me then?”

Leonel’s words struck Johnathan like a harsh slap in the face. Leonel had served the Swann Corporation for many years, and even Korbin Swann had treated him with respect.

Johnathan, on the other hand, dared to shout and yell at Leonel as he pleased. Was he not digging his own grave by doing so?

Leonel, Johnathan redirected his attention

but a jinx. Ever since you came back, everything has been in chaos. Know your place, get out of here, and let my uncle return to the company. Otherwise, I will make

next moment, Catherine

in mind, and even Johnathan began to feel a hint of

male heir of the Swanns, and people had to call him Mr. Johnathan. If Catherine were to harm him in any way, his mother wouldn’t let

eyes sweeping across

the exquisite wooden display cabinet were various collections, including a leather horse whip

and impassive face as her gaze fell upon the whip. She approached the cabinet slowly, taking the whip into her

Suddenly, Catherine turned around.

the whip struck next to Johnathan’s feet, making him instantly

he looked at Catherine with contempt and defiance. He thought she was frightening him but would not dare lay a finger on

to bear witness to what might unfold, covered his eyes, fearing the consequences. He certainly hadn’t anticipated that Mr. Johnathan had a fondness for being

disdain, a smirk playing on her cold

with force, causing it to whizz through the air, producing a loud crack as it struck

second, a shocking scream reverberated through the entire

“Ah_”

Catherine to whip Johnathan, the spoiled boy of the Swanns, so

and the others, were somewhat amazed by Catherine’s

it is for disrespecting Linda and Leonel. You are a descendant of the Swanns, and

Johnathan’s back as if it knew

inflicting excruciating pain. Gasping for breath, he collapsed onto the floor,

once arrogant demeanor had

you gone mad? How dare

coldly interrupted. “I do have the guts. The third lash is for your

those words, the whip cut through the air and swiftly lashed out for the third