Chapter 80

"What did you just say?" Racquelle was taken aback by my harsh words. Her expression darkened, and without warning, she smashed the lunchbox against my head. "Fine! If you're human, then eat this lunchbox, you idiot!" Her hostility was palpable, completely unbothered by the impropriety of her actions. The workers around us stared in shock, their faces betraying their disbelief that Racquelle could be so openly aggressive, cursing and humiliating me—the vice chairman. Many averted their gazes, fearful that they might become her next target. I calmly removed the lunchbox from my head, brushing away the remnants of food that clung to my clothes. The sight of her, arms crossed and adopting a haughty demeanor, struck me as amusing despite the situation. "If you don't want to eat, then don't." "What did you say?" Racquelle looked at me incredulously. "I'm the heiress of the Smith family! One of my meals can cost thousands, even tens of thousands! You expect me to eat this kind of food