He had completely dismissed her authority, actually trying to have her thrown out.
Logan and Marcus, sitting beside her, scowled. This bastard was asking for it.
But before they could speak, Anastasia gave her own command. “Seize him.”
The words had barely left her lips when four towering bodyguards burst through the door and lunged for Dennis, slamming him face-first onto the conference table with a loud thud.
Everyone froze. The two security guards who had been moving toward Anastasia stopped dead in their tracks.
At the head of the table, a faint, chilling smile touched Anastasia’s lips.
If she was coming here to settle a score, did they really think she would come unprepared?
She had planned for the worst-case scenario, which included a physical confrontation. Of course she had brought bodyguards.
Her husband’s men were remarkably efficient. Fast, precise, and intimidatingly professional. Their very presence had stunned the entire room into silence.
“Anastasia! What do you think you’re doing? How dare you lay a hand on me?!” Dennis roared, his voice muffled against the table as his arms were wrenched behind his back.
He had considered many possibilities, but he had never imagined she would dare to do this.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? What makes you think you’re so special?” Anastasia’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with undisguised contempt.
“The rules of the institute?” Anastasia let out a derisive laugh. “This institute is mine. The researchers are paid with my money. The funding for the research comes from my pocket. And you’re telling me I can’t use the results? When did I establish such a ridiculous rule?”
“Let me get this straight. I spend my money to keep this place running, to hire all of you, and to fund your research, but the results belong to you and have nothing to do with me? Dennis, do you take me for a fool or a charity case?”
Dennis’s face turned ashen. Before he could retort, Anastasia sneered again. “And as for abusing my power, don’t make me laugh. As the owner of this institute, if I want to replace the director, that is my right.”
“If I’m in a bad mood, if I don’t like the look of you, I can fire you. That is my prerogative. I don’t need a reason.”
“Looking at you now, don’t tell me you’ve gotten so delusional you think this institute actually belongs to you?”
Anastasia’s scornful words rained down on him. Since he seemed to have forgotten, she was more than happy to remind him: she was the master of this institute.

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