The corners of his mouth curled up into sneer and he snorted, but his eyes were full of undetected attachment. He was amazed at how fate had played her games on him.
It turned out that the brother he dreaded was the one where he owed his life to. Ted couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. He was amazed at how fate had played her games on him.
Aaron sat on the edge of the sickbed, caressing Ximena's sleeping cheeks with his rough big palm covered by tiny scratches. Her face was pale, almost in a dead gray color, as if anytime she was going to fade like a flower beginning to wither.
While he was in the middle of his reverie, the door of the ward was opened gently, and Ken walked in. He looked at Ximena, who was still in asleep, and then walked forward with light steps, saying in a low voice, "Your Highness."
Too immersed in his thoughts, Aaron did not respond, but his cold face was gradually shrouded by hostility. "The man who made Miss Mo fall down has been caught,"
Ken continued in a low voice. "He was temporarily locked up in the freezer now." "Cut off his hands and feet and send them to his family,"
with eyes growing dark, Aaron said calmly, as if he were talking about cutting a cabbage or a radish.
Knowing his boss, Ken was not surprised at all. He nodded, turned around and was about to leave... "Wait. Who is it?"
stopping him, Aaron asked suddenly.
Retracing his hands from the doorknob, Ken paused and turned to look at Aaron. For the first time, he had an urge not to tell him, but he knew he had to. "It's Claude Li." "Claude..."
With a voice full of hatred, Aaron murmured. Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes became furious, while his palm which was caressing Ximena's face was also withdrawn. He turned around, looked at Ken, and asked sharply, "The Claude from the Leng's Corporations?" "Yes,"
Ken said gravely, looking at Aaron's expression while heaving a sigh stealthily.
Three days ago, the breathtaking pressure in the multi-function conference room at the Leng's Corporations' headquarters made people attending the conference hope that they would never have been through that conference in their lifetime.
Everyone walked into the conference room with a heavy heart and a frowned face. Their days that started to be a great one was ruined by the ruthless conference.
The senior executives of the Leng's Corporations were sitting quietly in their seats, and even dared not look up at the person who was sitting at the head of the desk. Each of them felt his own breath caught in his chest and was so terrified being named. Among those people whose names were called out by Ken, some were asked to resign and leave the Leng's Corporations, which, however, was the gentlest punishment; some were arrested on site and even some had been pushed into the endless darkness.
In short, if someone was named, it would mean the end of his once brilliant life and the beginning of his miserable life. "Claude Li…"
with eyes piercing like a hawk on its prey, Ken called out another name indifferently, and then looked at Claude, head of public relations, in his forties and said directly, "Who secretly embezzled the company's money at the value of over thousands of dollars." As soon as his words left his mouth, a buzzing whisper of conversation burst out among the crowds.
They all looked at Claude Li unbelievably, as if it sounded like a story in the Arabian Nights, and the side effect was that they even had forgotten to worry about themselves. "I, I, I…" Claude was at a loss of words and didn't know what to say.
Sweats began to appear on his forehead. "I didn't do that." he finally managed to say something to defend himself.
However, Ken didn't listen to him at all, he just beckoned the security guard and said loudly, "Hand him to the judicial officers outside." "I didn't. I didn't do that…." Claude bellowed desperately.
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