A Sweet Night: The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently novel Chapter 57

Bryson looked down at Audrey and said coldly and angrily, "Do you really know about this case? Do you know what would happen if you offend Lance?"

His imposing manner made Audrey extremely nervous.

She stealthily but swiftly swiped her room card with her hand behind her back.

"Mr. Bryson, I'm going back to my room. Good night."

She quickly opened the door, ran into the room, and slammed the door immediately.

Bryson stared at the door in front of him, his face gloomy.

It seemed that Audrey would not give up the case.

He returned to his room and frowned at the small room and the shabby bathroom.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He had sent someone to investigate Audrey's whereabouts in the evening and the person called now.

"What did you find?" Bryson picked up the phone and asked.

The person reported everything that had happened after Audrey left the hotel, including her encounter with Lance.

Bryson's face turned grimmer and grimmer as he listened to the man.

It turned out that Audrey did not accidentally fall into the garbage dump and got so messy. Instead, she jumped into the dump to look for her belonging which Lance had thrown into.

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In the Brook Villa.

Lance strode into the main villa.

As he walked in, a servant just happened to come out. He didn't see Lance and bumped into Lance head-on. The soup in his hand instantly spilled onto Lance's white shirt.

The servant was so frightened that he knelt down and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Lance, please! Please!"

Lance looked at the stains on his shirt with disgust, and then shot venomous looks at the servant.

Everyone in the Brook Villa knew that Lance was a neat freak. He hated the most that his clothes were stained. The servant knew he had gotten himself in trouble, so he was naturally frightened.

"How dare you spill soup on my clothes!"

The servant trembled and he couldn't help himself to grab Lance's leg with his hands filled with soup.

"Mr. Lance, please spare me this time. I won't again!"

A greasy mark of hands appeared on Lance's white suit trousers instantly.

Lance raised his foot in disgust and kicked the servant hard. The servant rolled down the stairs.

Lance then looked at his subordinates following him and said, "Get him out. I don't want to see him again!"

"Yes, Mr. Lance!"

The servant was dragged away from Brook Villa in fear.

After that, Lance continued to walk. He went straight to the closet, took off his clothes, threw them into the trash can, took a shower, and put on a clean shirt and trousers before returning to the living room.

Just as he sat down, Raye, the subordinate he trusted, respectfully walked forward.

Lance was leaning comfortably against the sofa, with his legs crossed.

"What about the task I gave you?"