She is a CEO by George Chapman novel Chapter 448

Lucia rolled her eyes. "Spencer?"

The man in black nodded, acquiescing to Lucia's word. Lucia had a bad feeling and glanced at him.

One, two, three... there were eight bodyguards in front of her. Spencer thought so highly of her.

"Where is he?" Lucia asked coldly.

"He's still in the room. He will come soon." The man answered.

"Good, then you stay here to guard." Lucia did not show any emotion and glanced at the man. Then she went back to the room and closed the door.

Not long after, Spencer finished washing up and came to look for Lucia. Before he knocked on the door, he confirmed with the bodyguards that she was inside. The bodyguard answered yes, and Spencer then knocked on the door with confidence.

One, no response, two, no response... and slowly, Spencer's face changed again.

"Get the manager over here!" Spencer seemed to have realized something and ordered the bodyguards around him coldly. Soon, the bodyguards brought the manager and the manager came to open the door with the key.

As soon as the door opened and the cool sea breeze blew through the hall and the window gauze on the balcony danced with the wind, Spencer punched the wall and gritted his teeth,

"Lucia!"

The room was empty and Lucia slipped away from the balcony.

In the afternoon, when Lucia slowly walked back to the hotel, not surprisingly, saw Spencer who looked angry and walked towards her.

"Why? Are you in a bad mood?" This time, Lucia spoke first.

Spencer's temples twitched, and he saw the obvious irony between Lucia's eyebrows.

"Are you being cruel to me?" Spencer asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm not going against you on purpose. I'm just doing what I love. Walking by the beach in the morning, eating a delicious steak in the afternoon, spending time in the coffee shop in the afternoon, coming back to rest in the evening. That's all. If you think this is going against you, then it proves that you and I are not compatible." Lucia's words were natural, and the only thing that mattered was being alone.

"If you had Arthur, would you still be like this?" Spencer said, in an exasperated voice, referring to Lucia's taboo.

The next second, Spencer, whose height was182 cm, was pressed on the wall by Lucia whose height was 168 cm. Of course, it was not romantic, but Spencer's throat was strangled.

With one hand on Spencer's arm and the other on Spencer's throat, Lucia didn't care about her strength. She didn't care about Spencer's blushing face, nor did she care about the other tourists' surprised gazes. She gritted her teeth and said,

"Spencer, I'm warning you, don't talk about him in front of me! Every minute, every second, my mind is filled with him. I had to give up this relationship for Teddy's sake. Don't be so stupid as to remind me of him!"

Lucia's bright eyes were filled with craziness driven by missing, and Spencer's words no doubt touched her taboo.

Spencer was also stunned for a moment, and then he quickly responded with a hoarse voice, "Still not come to save me? !"

As soon as Spencer said that, a few bodyguards rushed over from the side and pulled Lucia away. They were really stunned just now. No one had expected the extremely beautiful young miss to be so agile! ... and so bold!

"Okay." Seeing the serious look on his colleague's face, the ten new bodyguards put away their curiosity. Eighteen bodyguards surrounded Lucia's room. Even five of them squatted outside the balcony, afraid that they would lose their jobs.

The moonlight was warm and gentle, but Lucia took advantage of the moonlight to see a few bodyguards surrounding her balcony. She sneered, insinuating that Spencer was being unnecessary.

She really wanted to go. Who was gonna stop her?

No, for Theodore.

If Spencer hadn't pushed her, maybe she wouldn't have reacted so badly.

Frowning, Lucia turned to close the curtains, never mind what was going on outside.

Arthur, meanwhile, was walking with Lola on the beach, but he was on south beach, far from where Lucia lived, and Lola lived nearby.

Bathed in the moonlight, Arthur's expression, as he watched the sea sink into the night, became obscure, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Lola walked barefoot, step by step, beside Arthur, occasionally glancing down at his hand with unfathomable look.

The silence in the surf still seemed a bit abrupt. Lola could not help but speak.

"You said you wanted me to verify whether your son's donor blood is a match?"

"No, I can't get a sample of his blood, but if you help me, I'm sure the truth will come out," Arthur replied.