Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1984

Chapter 1984 The Unoffendable Bosses

What he could not bring himself to say was that Melvin was dead. Solomon’s eyes were red as he nodded grimly. He would have gone off to get revenge on the other party involved in the accident if he had not raised his head and spotted a young woman standing stiffly outside the intensive care unit.

He walked over and called out from behind the woman, “Susan?” Hearing that, Susan turned around slowly.

“Uncle Solomon…” She only managed to choke out two words. After hanging on for the entire day, she finally let her emotions run free, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

When Solomon saw that, an overwhelming feeling of guilt rose in his heart. He wanted to slap himself hard on the face.

What was I thinking? I knew this was a dangerous place. Why did I still send them here? As talented as Ian is, he’s just a young man in his twenties.

Finally, Solomon instructed someone to take Susan to the room next door to get some rest. After that, he left the hospital.

That night, just as the local authorities were trembling with fear, someone finally came to notify them, saying someone from the Hayes family had come looking for them. “Who is it? Who’s here? Is it Sebastian?”

The informant quickly denied it, “No. It doesn’t look like him. It’s a middle-aged man with glasses. He looks like a mild-mannered person.”

The leader of the headquarters heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it’s not Sebastian. We can deal with this visitor here as long as it’s not him. Feeling much more relaxed, he instructed his subordinate to bring the visitor in.

Sure enough, as soon as the visitor stepped into the precinct, the leader saw a handsome, fair-skinned, and mild-mannered person who had a pair of gold-framed glasses sitting on his nose bridge. The former looked completely threatless.

In fact, he looked like a lecturer.

“You are?”

Solomon wasted no time exchanging pleasantries. As soon as he stepped into the place, he removed the wedding ring on his finger and voiced his question expressionlessly, “Did you have something to do with today’s accident?”

The leader shrugged. “Are you talking about Mr. Hayes? I’m truly sorry, but I really had nothing to do with it.”

Solomon interrogated, “Then, who did it? I ordered someone to look into the truck, but the driver wasn’t drunk, and the break was still in good condition. This couldn’t have been an accident.”

“Indeed, but this really has nothing to do with me. I’m still trying to make sense of things, too. Who on earth would dare to attack the Hayeses? Where did he get the guts to do that?”

How dare he make sarcastic remarks?

Solomon lifted his head and stared coldly at the leader. As he did so, a bloodthirsty glint that had not appeared in ages flashed across his eyes.

“Really?” he growled.

“Yes—”