"Since you carry the name of The Seven and use Vought's resources, you should fulfill your duties and do your jobs. Whatever orders the team issues, you do as you're told. There's no room for acting on a whim."
He turned toward Ashley, who stood waiting nearby, his voice cold and hard:
"Ashley, deduct Maeve's entire salary for this month."
"Yes, sir."
Ashley dared not hesitate for even a moment and immediately acknowledged and recorded the order.
Solomon maintained the pressure of his hand, still pinning Maeve's head down. No matter how desperately she struggled or how her body shook, he remained utterly unmoving, holding her firmly against the table.
"I don't care what personal agendas you had before, or what internal conflicts you have. From now on, everyone must carry out every mission order strictly and unconditionally."
His tone abruptly grew harsher, his intimidating presence chilling to the bone as he demanded:
"Maeve, did you hear me?!"
Maeve gritted her teeth and said nothing, expressing her unwillingness and resistance only through stubborn silence and relentless struggling.
At this, a cold gleam flashed through Solomon's eyes, and the pressure beneath his palm abruptly intensified.
Crushing pressure slammed down, squeezing Maeve's skull tightly, with faint, muffled sounds coming from her bones under the strain.
Maeve instantly felt as though her entire head was about to be flattened, her skull on the verge of deforming. Suffocation and excruciating pain intertwined, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped her.
The extreme danger instantly shattered her stubborn resistance.
At that moment, endless shock and confusion surged through Maeve's heart.
Once, Solomon had been nothing more in her eyes than a nobody she could crush at will and kill with ease.
Yet after only a short time apart, the pressure he exerted on her actually