Seeing Lisa pointing at the photo, Mr. Scott snorted and retorted, "This photo doesn''t show the Valeria Lingerie enough! How is this even good? It looks horrible!"


    "I see." Lisa nodded before asking, "Do you know why this picture looks good?"


    Mr. Scott frowned and shook his head.


    "Because the model makes it look good. It''s not the clothing that matters; it''s how well the model wears it. And judging by her bodynguage, expression, and pose, she looks amazing in that lingerie."


    She then turned towards Megan, who stood beside her and continued, "The light is soft and warm, giving off a cozy atmosphere, which creates a sense of intimacy. It makes one feel rxed andfortable. The background is simple yet elegant, making the lingerie stand out without being too distracting.


    Theposition of the image is perfect; everything is bnced and harmonious, and there is nothing out of ce. It looks natural, not staged. It captures the beauty of the model and the lingerie."


    She looked back at Mr. Scott and said, "In short, this photo is perfect. And you have the nerve to call it ''not good enough'' because your Valeria Lingerie isn''t showing well enough? Do you realize how absurd that sounds?"


    "You... you are saying that it''s my fault?" Mr. Scott asked in disbelief.


    "Of course it is! Who do you think we are? We''re professionals who know how to make the product stand out, regardless of its quality." Lisa crossed her arms and said with a fierce gaze. "Now, I want you to leave this ce right now.


    I don''t want to see your ugly face again!"


    "Wha-?! I won''t ept this! I am paying you to make my products look good! How dare you insult me like this?" Mr.


    Scott roared, furious at Lisa''s words.


    "Oh, shut up! I don''t care about the little money you are offering. Money is not important here. What matters is the quality of the work.


    And your attitude has proven to me that you have no understanding of that. So, either get out of here or I''ll call the security."


    Hearing her threatening tone, Mr. Scott grew even more furious. "You bitch! You are fucking dead!"


    Without wasting another second, he raised his hand up high and swung it down with all his might, aiming for Lisa''s face.


    "BOSS!!!" Megan screamed as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes.


    It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as time seemed to stop. She wanted to run forward and protect her boss from the punch, but she was frozen in ce.


    She couldn''t do anything except watch helplessly as Mr. Scott''s fist descended upon Lisa''s face, ready to strike.


    Other staff also wanted to intervene, but they were too far away to make it on time. They could just stare with horrified expressions, hoping that Lisa would somehow dodge the blow.


    Just as everyone thought Lisa would be hit, they witnessed something unexpected happen.


    Lisa raised her left hand up, grabbing Mr. Scott''s right fist mid-air, before pulling him forward and using her right fist to punch his stomach.


    With a loud ''Gah!'', Mr. Scott bent over in pain, holding his stomach while gasping for air. However, Lisa wasn''t done yet.


    She lifted her knee and kicked his chin, sending him flying backwards andnding on the floor with a thud.


    Everyone gasped at the scene, stunned by Lisa''s unexpected action. No one had expected her to be so strong, especially when she looked anything but that.


    Seeing Mr. Scott sprawled on the ground, moaning in pain, Lisa ced her hands on her hips and said, "What? Did you think that just because you''re big and muscr, I''d cower before you? You''re just a brute who doesn''t know how to behave!


    If you can''t even control your temper, then don''t act like you''re superior!"


    Then she turned towards one of the guards standing near them and ordered, "You! Throw this scum outside this building right away, and don''t allow him to enter again. Understand?"


    "Yes! Ma''am!"


    The guards rushed towards Mr. Scott and dragged him away, despite his protests, leaving him screaming obscenities at them.


    With Mr. Scott out of the way now, Lisa looked around the room and saw everyone staring at her with admiration written across their faces. She cleared her throat and said, "Alright. Now that the troublemaker is gone, let''s get back to work."


    "YES, MA''AM!" Everyone cheered in unison before going back to what they had previously been doing.


    Megan walked over to Lisa and asked, "Boss! That was so awesome! Where did you learn to fight like that? I was scared out of my mind when I thought you were going to be hit!


    But you handled that situation like a total badass! It was incredible!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement while she spoke.


    "Hehe... Well, my father taught me martial arts when I was young. And I have been continuing to keep myself fit and trained since then. So yeah...


    It''s all thanks to him." Lisa chuckled at her enthusiasm and answered honestly, "But, I must say, you''re quite brave to stand against that big man, Megan."


    "Ah?! Is that so...? Haha... Thanks..." Megan blushed from Lisa''s words, feeling embarrassed.


    "Yes. Not many people would dare speak up like you did." Lisa nodded and continued, "And don''t worry about the photos. I can assure you that you did a good job with them, as always. Just continue doing what you have been doing, Megan."


    "Thank you so much, boss." Megan beamed, happy to receive Lisa''s approval after being yelled at earlier.


    Then Lisa nced at Lucifer, standing a distance away with a grin stered across his handsome face, and smiled, beckoning him toe closer with a gesture.


    Lucifer obliged and approached the two women.


    "So, darling. Howe you didn''t step up? Why did you stand still while watching that man try to hit me? Aren''t you supposed to be my knight in shining armor?" Lisa asked as she crossed her hands under her bust, emphasizing herrge assets.