Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 183

“For proposals?”

Andrew Bask raised his eyebrows, looking at the woman in front of him, who had been kept waiting for a dozen minutes.

Bianca Brown was holding a file. She looked a little short, hair barely above her shoulders, in a black-and-white outfit that didn't fit her style - typically a compliant person.

“Uh, yes, Mr. Bask. May I take some of your time for the proposal? I don't quite understand it, and I wonder if you could answer my questions.”

Andrew had just finished his meal, so satiated that he almost indulged in the languor.

Lazily he looked up at her, stretched his legs, and slouched in his swivel chair. His eyes told a hint of laziness, and of course, impatience.

“What questions?”

The tone was not that kind, revealing his seeming irritation.

As Bianca approached him cautiously, her heart was beating so fast. She quietly looked at him for a few moments, pursing her lips, squeezing out a few words.

“Last time, the land in the southwest was said to be developed for real estate. But next to it is a cemetery. I have been thinking that if we could relocate the cemetery and replace the land with a school by negotiating with the local land bureau. Would it be possible?”

Andrew licked his lips, rubbed his sharp chin with fingertips as he lifted it. Quite harsh, he said, “Do you know the first-come, first-serve basis?”

Bianca was clearly stunned. What did it mean?

Andrew threw off the file she handed over to him, and said, “Everything is ready for the cemetery project now, expect for a mere launching ceremony. Do you think they would give up tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars just to fulfill your brilliant idea?”

By such cold tone and pungent words pointing out her naivety, Bianca was very scared.

Realizing her probable mistake, Bianca hurriedly explained, “Sorry, Mr. Bask. But I don’t mean it. I just feel it quite a loss if the land is used for a cemetery like that, instead of for commercial housing.”

Obviously, Andrew would like to end the conversation. Rubbing his brows, he said, “Get out. The proposal won't be passed. Make another one.”

Hearing this, what else could Bianca say?

She almost lose her confidence and felt a sense of loss.

She had thought that she could get closer to him this way, but he rejected her so cruelly.

Seeing she would not be able to justify herself if she kept staying, Bianca regretted that she hadn't found out what Emily had done here.

After a short time of consideration, she thought Sarah Cox could be the key.

“By the way, Mr. Bask, how’s your wife doing?”

As expected, the mention of Sarah immediately softened Andrew’s frosty look.

When his face changed, Bianca felt a pang of envy.

Sarah Cox did mean a lot to him.

“She's fine now.”

With such a short reply, she was left with nothing to say.

It struck Bianca that she could only look up to this man, always.

“Well, how's the baby? Sarah didn't suffer much, I suppose?”

“Remember your work?”

Obviously, Andrew did not intend to answer her.

“Ah, yes, of course.” Bianca laughed.

“I just hope that the baby is well. My sister also gave birth to a baby not long ago. In the first few months she was very careful, trying to avoid any harm to the baby. Anyway, it’s good to know that Mrs. Bask is well.”

She only wanted to show that she cared about Sarah.

“Get back to work now.” Andrew said directly, only to find her arrival inexplicable.

After a moment of struggling, she, twisting her fingers, said, “I'm sorry, but Sarah knows it.”

His movement to change shoes was frozen and shifted into a stare at her for a second.

She continued, “Back then, Sarah said she had a headache, so I passed her the medicine as you warned. But a while later, she said it hurt again and urged me to fetch more medicine. But I didn’t expect that she was waiting at the room door, just to take it from my hand ......”

Anne had hardly finished her words when Andrew took off his shoes like a madman.

He didn’t even put on slippers, his feet in white socks on the cold floor, rushing to the room door, then he twisted the knob - it was locked.

“Sarah, it's me! Open the door!”

The man pounded on the door, and was greeted, however, by no reply.

“Sarah didn't know it at first. But then, she insisted to figure out what those pills really were. I knew she would just lose it. So I tried to stop her, but she still ......”

Anne leaned weakly against the wall, regretting her own carelessness.

If she hadn't done it so unnaturally, Sarah wouldn't have been so eager to learn about the medicine.

Now Sarah knew they were for treating schizophrenia ......

Andrew kept kicking the door hard, striking it with his sideways hand and knee, then his whole body, while twisting the handle with the other hand.

Over and over again he did this, insomuch that he was falling apart!

One last time, with all the strength, all the shouting, he hit the door. When Anne just rash to help, the door opened!

“Sarah!”

It was late in the evening. With no lights on, the room was pitch-black.

As the wind poured in through the curtains, it brought in a silver lining. Andrew observed a shadow in the corner by the window. Her black hair covered her pretty face, and her emotions as well. From the outline, her hands clasped in her lap, with her thin shoulders trembling in the dark.