Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 252
Chapter 252 Not a Good Sign
Lucia was dazed. Before she could react, Paul came to her side and frowned at the wound on her forehead. "What happened? How did you get hurt?"
She hurriedly turned her head away and whispered with feigned easiness, "I'm fine. It was an accident."
Not convinced, Paul grabbed her arm and led her out of the hospital. Lucia was a little shocked. "What are you doing, Paul?" He replied indifferently, "Do you want your parents to see you like this?"
She instantly realized the situation. Following a deep breath, she looked up at the man and asked, "What are you doing here?" Paul looked down at her and softened his tone. "I went to see your parents. They're in good shape, and you don't have to worry about them. You should get well first. I will visit them often and keep you updated."
Lucia felt warm in her heart, subconsciously nodded, looked up at the man, and said sincerely, "Thankyou, Paul."
Against the light, she could barely discern his features, but that didn't affect the tenderness in his eyes and the smile on his face. He raised his hand and rubbed her head. "We're friends, remember?"
Lucia smiled at him. "I'll treat you to dinner then."
He gave a heartfelt smile, but his face went gloomy seconds later. "If I'm really your friend, you shouldn't keep it from me." Lucia felt upset. Her lips parted, but she knew not where to start. Noticing her anxiety, Paul curled his lips and raised his tone. "Never mind, let's go. Aren't you going to treat me to dinner?" Lucia saw that the smile came back to his face and smiled too. "Let's go."
They left shoulder to shoulder. From the other side of the entrance, Burton was gazing at them. He was going to report this to his boss.
"Paul Thomas?" A voice rang out in the President's office. Sitting at the desk, August furrowed his brows. His eyes were tinted with displeasure.
"Yes, they had dinner together, and then Paul saw Lucia back to her apartment."
August's fists clenched on the desk. An inexplicable feeling got stuck in his chest. To his surprise, Lucia had such good luck with men that she ran into an admirer in the hospital.
Burton noticed the sullen face of his boss and continued to report, "Lucia took the afternoon off."
August responded indifferently, "Whatever."
She was injured during work and deserved to rest in the afternoon.
He was just upset to learn that she had dinner with another man.
He rubbed his eyebrows and tried to distract himself. "Tell me about the schedule for the afternoon and evening."
"You have a foreign guest to receive in the afternoon and a party to attend in the evening."
August was absent-minded when he listened to Burton's report. The blood on Lucia's head kept flashing across his mind. In the end, he irritably loosened his tie and said, "Okay, you can go." Burton left and closed the door. Quietness was restored in the office. August lay back in the chair, closed his eyes, and emptied his mind. He seemed to be more and more concerned about Lucia lately. He frowned. This was not a good sign.
At 9 p.m., the social event ended. August came out of the box and had some fresh air. He didn't feel like going back to the villa yet.
Something seemed to be bothering him.
After a while, he fished out his phone and called Joshua, "Where are you?"
The background on the other end of the phone was noisy. There was a burst of laughter from both men and women. Without a doubt, his friend was having a party.
"At Perfect Fortune. Are you coming? Some of our buddies are here, and the atmosphere is phenomenal."
August, who was agitated, blurted out his agreement. He hung up the phone, got into the car, and instructed Burton, "Go to Perfect
Fortune."
Burton was surprised. His boss had never liked that kind of place. This time, he acted out of the normal and took the initiative to go. Burton didn't ask about it though. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and drove toward the most glamorous area of Austos City.
As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of the clubhouse, a bellboy came over, pulled open the car door, and took the car keys. A doorman then led them inside.
Before they could enter the clubhouse, a voice suddenly came from behind them. "Mr. Adams, wait."
The voice was loud and clear. His tone was firm. August halted and looked back. A man in a gray suit was seen standing in the near distance. His eyes went gloomy in a split second. It was that guy. August turned around and calmly faced the man.
His attitude was a bit overbearing. "Anything, Mr. Thomas?" There were no business dealings between Paul and him. cloud Technology was a competitor of his company. It was surprising that this man reached out to him. Paul came up with an unfriendly look. His eyes were gleaming with coldness and inquiries.
He said, stressing his tone, "Mr. Adams, I want to talk to you about
something personal."
Something personal? August pursed his lips. His eyes went frosty.
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