"Pfft!" Someone chuckled. It was unknown when Luis and Marcus had come, but both of them were standing at Dennis’ door.
Luis burst into laughter and explained playfully, "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But you guys were talking too loud, and I couldn’t help it, so I laughed."
Marcus threw a cold stare at me, his face grim. He walked up to Dennis, handed him some papers and said, "I have nothing to say about your own family, but you shouldn’t have allowed some woman like Clara to bully her!"
After that, Marcus dragged Olivia away with him in a sulk. I blocked their way and scowled at him. "So, what kind of woman do you think I am, ?"
"Selfish, unscrupulous, sinister!" Marcus used the words to describe me with generosity.
I nodded and gave a sneer. "Thank you for paying so much attention to observing me. Could you please tell me what kind of woman do you think your love is?"
I ignored the looks on Olivia and Marcus’s faces and smiled, "Miss Pearson has done an excellent job maintaining her image as an innocent and charming fairy girl. People likes her innocent look so much that they ignore the facts that she is the other woman, that she forces another woman to have an abortion, that she frames another girl up for drug possession, that she hurls abuse at others. All these facts can be ignored just because she looks tiny, delicate and innocent."
"You’re full of shit, Clara!" Olivia blew her top and shouted abuse at me, not caring about her image at all.
I raised my eyebrows. "Whoa, I didn’t expect you to be so desperate."
"Enough!" Dennis, who had been quiet all the time, looked at Marcus and said, "Send her back! Don’t let her come here again!"
Marcus wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mario. "Marcus, come to my office when you’re back. I’ve made up a prescription for your father. It's good for curing rheumatism."
Luis also cast a look at Dennis. "Do you have time, Mr.George? I need to talk to you!"
Now Marcus could say no more. He looked at me with a scowl and left with Olivia.
Meanwhile, I looked at Mario and said, "I have to talk to you."
I really had to talk to him!
Seeing that Luis and Dennis were talking over business, Mario nodded and offered, "Let’s go to my office!"
I sat down in his office and asked, dispirited, "I’ve always felt dizzy lately. Besides, I have a bad back."
Mario sat down next to me and took my pulse.
After a while, he drew back his hand and looked me into my eyes. "You’re too weak now. You have lung infection and stomach infection. You’ve been staying up late recently, and there is a blood shortage to the brain, and that’ll explain your dizziness. Go to bed early. In addition, you have too much on your mind, and you have depression tendency. Don’t push yourself too hard."
Nodding, I propped my chin up on one elbow. "I’m going on a business trip to City A tomorrow. Do you have any sleeping pills to take with me?"
Mario paused and replied, "I do, but it’s not good for the baby. You’d better not take them!"
I nodded. But I could hardly survive with such poor sleep quality, let alone the baby.
When I got out of Mario’s office, I happened to run into Dennis, who was in a sulk, but I simply walked past him because I was in a bad mood and I didn’t feel well.
Just as I brushed past him, he grabbed my wrist and said in a low voice. "What’s wrong with you?"
"I won’t die for now!" I reached out, threw his hand away and walked into the elevator.
Back into my office, Jackie came with another pile of papers. She put it down on my desk and said, "Ms. Kennedy, these are the results of the George Group’s audit work. Please have a look at them and sign on them."
I nodded and asked casually, "How’s AC going?" Thomson Group was not a big corporation, but it wasn’t small either, so it would take a lot of effort to do their audit work too.
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