"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense!" Miranda Lewis covered her ears, shaking her head as she reached out with her nails to scratch him, her entire face twisted. "President Lawrence wouldn't do that to me, it's impossible..."
"Is she crazy?" The security guard whose face and neck were covered in scratches muttered a curse under his breath, grabbing Miranda with one hand while irritably asking his companion, "What do we do now?"
The other security guard, who had long been fed up with Miranda's attitude, said directly, "Young Master Lawrence only instructed us to make sure she doesn't leave, not to manage Ms. Lewis's temper. Since Ms. Lewis doesn't want to see us, we won't let her see us."
"What do you mean?"
"Idiot! I mean, we throw her in there and shut the door."
Close the door and you won't hear her crazy rants.
