Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548 Comrade-In-Arms

Jeanne was so pissed off. She had never been treated like this before. She was scolded and beaten and was almost raped. Looking at Mr. Wilcox's fading figure, she cursed angrily, "Scum!"

Suddenly, she felt a strange gaze land on her. Looking up, she found Bishop staring at her smilingly.

Jeanne cast him a scornful glance and was to walk away.

Though the Kellies and the Adams were close to each other in the past, and she had known Bishop since he was admitted. as an Adams, she didn't have a good impression of Bishop. When she was Mrs. Adams, she only followed behind August and didn't have much contact with Bishop.

Later, when Bishop replaced August and made Martin his henchman, she disliked Bishop even more.

She was surprised that he would stand up for her.

At this moment, Bishop's chuckle was heard and he said, "Rush to leave?"

Jeanne stopped. She turned around to look at him coldly and said in a not-so-friendly tone, "Or?"

Stay here to be beaten in the face?

Bishop smiled. "But you will have to wait."

The man suddenly reached out to her cheek. Jeanne was stunned. Before she could react, the man had gently smoothed the Ban-Aid on her face with his index finger.

Then, he said, "How did you get these wounds? Your perfect face will be marred by the scar."

His words reminded Jeanne of what happened when she went to find August. She angrily clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. She was so eager to find Lucia right now and cut that bitch into pieces.

If it wasn't for Lucia, she wouldn't have had such scars. And she wouldn't have been humiliated by those scums. Bishop had guessed what had happened at the sight of Jeanne's displeased look. He smiled and said, "Well, seems to be related to my brother."

His words hit the bull in the eye. Jeanne sniffed in anger and said to Bishop coldly, "What does that have to do with you?"

She snorted and, as she remembered something, asked, "My dad forced me to see a psychiatrist. You found that doc, didn't you? From now on, mind your own business!"

After saying, Jeanne was to leave but suddenly Bishop broke into laughter. "Why do we have to sour our relationship?

Speaking of which, we can be called comrades-in-arms."

Jeanne frowned. She turned to him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bishop showed cunning in his eyes. "Didn't you want to get rid of Lucia Mitchell?"

The hatred towards Lucia was more effective than anything. Hearing this, Jeanne changed into a serious expression. Her eyes became deep and showed complicated feelings.

Bishop perceived all changes in her expression. He gradually produced a smile. "What a coincidence, I also want to get rid of her."

The sun was diminishing to the west and the darkness of night gradually shrouded the city. When Lucia woke up, she had already missed the time for dinner.

She moved herself and suddenly caught sight of a man. She tilted her head slightly and found August sitting in the wheelchair beside the hospital bed. Judging from his closed eyes, Lucia reckoned that he was sleeping.

Lucia looked down at his arms, which had been dressed. White gauze wrapped his wounds layer by layer.

She took a deep breath and wondered if she should wake him up. After all, she had been so hungry.

Suddenly, the man convulsed. His brows were knitted, and his expression was wry. He seemed to be having a nightmare. Lucia was surprised by his anxious sleeping look. She never thought that August, a man so tough and so hard-hearted, should have fears.