Angela fell silent. She’d thought he said he wouldn’t be angry, yet here he was, doing just
that.
She fought back the anger rising in her chest and said coldly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave.”
She grabbed her laptop, ready to leave the space that still carried his presence.
“Change the bandages!” Dexter snapped.
At that moment, the maid carefully approached, holding a tray with his medication.
“I have a strong grip. I’m afraid it’ll hurt you,” Angela said.
“Just hurry up,” Dexter replied.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a plain white undershirt, his muscular arms, and a glimpse of his chest and abs.
Angela’s gaze lingered for a moment, and she found herself unable to look away.
However, his injury was severe. This was the first time she had seen a wound so deep.
As she removed the bandages, her hands trembled. Cleaning the blood around the wound was even harder with her shaking hands. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling as she applied the medicine, causing some of it to spill.
Dexter took a deep breath, glaring at her in frustration.
“Be careful when you go out,” he said suddenly. “The man who attacked people with a knife at the mall was a local thug. The company developed a tourist spot nearby, but after we paid his son and daughter–in–law, he’s been causing trouble.”
Angela felt something was off as she recalled the expression the man had worn while causing trouble in the mall.
“He must just be an ordinary person, right? How would he know your whereabouts and do something like that?” she asked, feeling confused.
Dexter looked at her in surprise. “Go on,” he said.
“Could someone be behind him, pushing him to do this?” Angela’s eyes darkened as the thought crossed her mind.
Dexter nodded. “It’s very likely. So, for now, stay home. Don’t go back to that run–down house of yours.
Angela bristled. “It’s not a run–down house. It’s the home my grandfather personally selected and built for us.”
Chapter 62
+25 BONUS
Just then, Erica entered, holding an envelope. Without sparing Angela a glance, she walked straight up to Dexter.
“We’ve dealt with yesterday’s issue with Madam Fiona. The impact on Bamford Co. has been minimized, but there are still some problems with my sister. People are spreading rumors online that she’s your girlfriend, and that’s why you…”
Erica shot Angela a meaningful glance as she sat on the couch, absorbed in her phone.
“Why are you telling me this?” Dexter asked, lifting his gaze with a sharp look.
Erica’s face stiffened. She quickly corrected herself, saying, “I came to ask for your guidance on how to explain this to the public.”
Hearing this, Angela simply continued scrolling through her phone and stood up to head upstairs.
Suddenly, Dexter’s mocking voice came from behind her. “Can’t you handle something this small? Why did I hire you?”
The air seemed to freeze.
Even Angela was a bit surprised. She had never heard Dexter speak to Erica in that tone before.
Various emotions flitted across Erica’s expression before she finally said, “I’m sorry, Mr.
Bamford.”
Dexter waved his hand impatiently, signaling for her to leave.
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Angela successfully earned 20 thousand dollars while staying over at Bamford Estate. She felt that the deal was well worth it.
“Mr. Bamford, if you need me again, you can call me,” she said.
Such opportunities wouldn’t be rare, and every extra bit helped.
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