A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 52

Early in the morning, a tantalizing aroma of testosterone emanated from the man's body. As long as he was with her, his mind would be overwhelmed with those erotic things, and with this thought in mind, he took practical action.

Emmeline was instantly lost in his tenderness, and the gush of the male sexual desire penetrated directly into her nostrils.

She felt all her strength being drained from her while the man kissed her harder and harder.

He carried her to the bed, looked down at her beautiful face, took off the pyjamas that were in the way, and kissed her again on the lips.

In the next second, the man draped his pyjamas and jumped out of the wheelchair, carrying the girl directly into the bathroom.

He helped her clean…

Emmeline suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any disability and could do anything without his legs. He skilfully washed her body, and put her back on the bed after wiping her clean.

And he went to the dressing room and changed his clothes straight away, "Emmeline, get some rest, I'm going to the office."

Emmeline was so exhausted that she could only nod and watch the man gleefully slide his wheelchair out of the bedroom.

In the president's office of the Byrne Group, Stefan sat elegantly in his chair, flipping through the documents.

"Boss, Nicolas called today and said that Emmaline is sick. Can the divorce be rescheduled for another day?" Chand stood in front of the desk and said.

Just as Stefan frowned and was about to say something, the sound of a security guard fighting with someone came from outside.

Stefan immediately headed out, but the door had already been pushed open.

Frank walked in in a rage. "Stefan, what do you mean? I asked you to meet me at Astor Entertainment Center yesterday, and you stood me up. Today, you even let the security guard stop me from coming in. Do you think a security guard can stop me?"

Stefan raised his head and looked straight at Frank, "Mr. Vice President, what do you want? I remember your office is downstairs, and you're in the company now, not in a place where you can do anything you want. That security guard was just carrying out his duties and did nothing wrong."

Frank looked deeply at the man in front of him. It was the first time in so many years that he had examined him closely. He radiated majesty, dominance and determination.

He always thought he would be humiliated by his legs for the rest of his life, but never thought he would dare to take the presidency, "What qualifications do you have to sit in this seat, it was I who was working for the company for so many years. You have done nothing and you want to be the ready-made president. I advise you to go back to Soul Island. This is not the place for you to stay!"

His eyes were like a blazing fire, like he wanted to burn the nasty person in front of him.

Stefan raised his head slightly, his dark eyes looking sharply into Frank, "It's not up to you whether I'm qualified to sit in this position or not! Frank, on the basis of you brutalizing your brothers, killing the innocents and engaging in money laundering activities in the name of the Byrne Group, I can send you directly to prison for any of these crimes. But I don't want to break Grandpa's heart, and I want to live up to Keegan's last words. If you behave yourself, I'll pretend none of this has happened. But if you mess up again, don't blame me for not thinking of brotherly love!"

Stefan looked straight at him. He sat in his seat with his arm resting on the chair behind him; his angular and sculpturally handsome face glistened in the sunlight from the French windows.

Upon hearing his words, Frank felt like he was struck by a thunderbolt, how could Stefan know everything he had done!