Chapter 63 Jeremy's Pov

• "Don't you dare move. Stay where you are and don't dare move a muscle. If you avoid this, I will hit you harder than you can ever imagine," he said.
• I nodded my head, waiting for the impact.
• He took his glass of scotch, throwing it at me. It landed straight on my head. As if that wasn't enough, he took the lampstand that was on his desk and hurled it at me. It gives me a cut on my left eyebrow, my eyes twist in pain as he tells me that this is the last one and I will feel the impact. He raises a metal box.