Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249 Intermediary

His daughter's trip here yesterday was fruitless, and he came in person today. What an old fox!

August furrowed her brows, checked the time, and stood up. "I'm going to have a meeting with the executives. You will be left here taking care of him."

With one hand, he buttoned up his suit and came up. The scent of his body wafted over, and she was enveloped in the shadow of the big man. His deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears. "Tell the receptionist to let the man in, and you will tell him that I'm busy. No flat rejections. You see what I mean?”

Her heart thumped, and she nodded in a hurry. "Yes." Although he didn't make it clear, she knew what he meant. In trouble, the Kelly family turned to him for help, but he could not help them. That was against morality and justice. He couldn't turn them down either. That was against their friendship.

That was where she stepped in as an intermediary. Being a secretary to the CEO was really a thankless job.

August looked down at her fluttering eyelashes, curled his lips, and said deliberately, "This is your first task in the President's Office.

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Bring out your best."

A hint of pleasure seemed to be hiding in his voice. By the time she looked up, the man was already out of the office. She followed him out and saw August hurrying off with Burton.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't figure out the reason for her nervousness. Because this was her first task? Without further ado, she hastened back to her office and replied to the receptionist, "Mr. Adams is having a meeting. No one knows how long it will last. Tell Mr. Kelly to come another day or come up if he's willing to wait."

After she hung up the phone, her eyelids twitched. She somehow felt uneasy. Would something bad happen today? She took a deep breath, gathered herself together, and calculated the time before going to receive the visitor.

Not long after, the elevator came up and opened. Several people were standing inside. One of them was in his fifties and good shape. His eagle's eyes were penetrating, and his presence was awe-inspiring. His identity was self-evident.

Standing on the side, Lucia smiled when Martin came out, "Mr.

Kelly, I was instructed to welcome you. This way please." Martin glanced at her, hummed indifferently, and followed behind 2/6 33 33% 1128H)

her. Along the way, he glanced at the decor and the employees in the corridor. Calculations were written in his keen eyes. The Lion Group was worthy of its reputation. The Kelly Group was not its match.

The idea flashed across his mind. Then he thought of his daughter, who was going to marry August, and felt better.

Martin came back to his senses, glanced at the woman walking in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Adams is in the middle of something?"

Lucia turned sideways and replied in a soft voice, "Yes, he is having a meeting with the executives. No one knows how long it will last. You can wait for him in the parlor or make an appointment and come another day.

Martin's eyes turned cold. He said nothing, but his snort gave away his dissatisfaction. Lucia led the man to the parlor, respectfully invited him to take a seat, and went to the pantry. A pot of hot coffee was brought over.

She poured a cup for him and said, "Mr. Kelly, you can read these books as you like, and feel free to tell me if you need anything." Sitting on the sofa, Martin looked at the considerate woman who was bowing. His eyes narrowed. He hadnt paid attention to her just now. At a closer look, he found her familiar to the eye. He seemed to have seen her before. He frowned and remained silent.

Getting no response from the man, Lucia called out softly, "Mr.

Kelly?"

Martin wrinkled his brows and waved his hand. “You can go." Lucia nodded with a smile and exited the room. Something sprang to his mind the moment the door was closed. The familiar feeling was getting stronger. He wondered where he had seen her before. Half an hour soon passed. Martin looked at his wristwatch. His brows were locked in a frown. He hadn't believed it when his daughter went home and sobbed that August was unwilling to help. He came here in person today, but the man didn’t even show up. Now he was uncertain about it.

The comments on the internet were like a torrent. Someone seemed to be hiding behind it and refused to let them off the hook.. Dirt was dug out, and they were losing control of the situation. If August was unwilling to help, they would be in a worse situation. He couldn't imagine the consequences. He paced back