Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Bark The Wrong Tree

The fact that August was injured shocked Zane. He widened his eyes and asked in a surprised tone, "The man just now hurt Mr. Adams?"

Lucia nodded.

"How possible?" Zane couldn't believe it. He said indignantly, "With Mr. Adams's skills, he shouldn't be injured in such a short time even if he couldn't stand."

Hearing this, Lucia looked down with a sinking heart.

August's wounds meant two things. First, he must be trying to protect her, which hindered his movements. Second, he didn't want to hurt Jeff.

Zane's voice sounded again and brought her back to reality. "We have the murderer's weapon. We can call the policy" Zane squatted down and carefully took out the dagger that August kicked under the bed.

It seemed that he didn't want to destroy the fingerprints on it, he deliberately picked it up with his clothes.

Lucia felt so depressed at the sight of the dagger. She said, "Put that away. We'll see whether we need to call the police after August gets dressed."

She had a feeling that August didn't want to involve the police in this at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden the dagger under the bed before the nurse came.

"Okay." Said Zane and he put the dagger away. He then nimbly cleaned the blood on the ground.

Lucia sat on the bed in a confused state of mind.

Bad things happened one after another. All had made her exhausted. She looked at the gray sky outside. It is getting late.

She fell lost in her thoughts.

She didn't want to live like this. She had to find a way to change the situation as soon as possible.

The night was descending.

Jeanne came out from a high-end beauty shop that focused on skin and looked so gloomy.

"It's been a long time, Ms. Kelly."

Hearing the voice dripping with sarcasm, Jeanne frowned and forced a smile. "Yes."

She then turned her head away impatiently, unwilling to speak a word.

Seeing her reaction, Caitlin and Vickie exchanged their eyes and both looked displeased.

Caitlin approached her and deliberately stared at the wound on her face. "Oh, what's wrong with your face? Wounded? Need a bandage?"

Jeanne frowned and was impatient. She took a deep breath and said coldly. "It's not for a wound. It's for acne." Jeanne's tone showed apparent unkindness. Caitlin pulled a long face and snorted, "Acne? You're too old for that." Jeanne had been simmering with anger that she had nowhere to vent. Hearing this, she glared at Caitlin and asked,

"What do you mean?"

Caitlin rolled her eyes at Jeanne and showed her newly manicured fingers. "I mean nothing."