Chapter 46

The scalding liquid splashing onto the floor drew sharp gasps from the people nearby. Megan swiftly dodged, but a few drops still stained the pristine white of her shirt. Her eyes narrowed, that usual fox-like glint now carrying a flash of irritation and a hint of something cold. She tossed her backpack into the startled arms of the intern at the reception. "Hold this for me. I've got a stray mutt to deal with." Then she spun around and walked off. The flamboyant receptionist burst into mocking laughter. "Look at her! What a coward. Left her bag and ran off." Right then, she saw Megan say something to an old man leaning on a cane across the hall… and the next second, Megan was striding back with that cane in her hand. The receptionist's smug smile froze. "Wait—what are you doing?! What do you think you're doing?!" Megan wasn't the type to waste her time on arguing when she could fix things with actions. She raised the cane and pressed it lightly against the receptionist's chin. "Come o