The Love that Never Really Dies novel Chapter 998

“How could he do this?”

Sasha fumed as she stomped her foot, the vein on her temples throbbing.

She had not expected things to have turned out that way.

However, she knew nothing of what happened in the grey car that sped off. Before the car had even turned around the corner, blood had trickled out of his nose when he lowered his head.

“Mr. George!”

The young woman, who was driving, was frightened out of her wits, and she slammed her foot on the brakes.

Immediately, the car came to a rough stop in the middle of the road.

She hastily grabbed a handful of tissues as she turned around and sobbed out, “Mr. George, what’s the matter? Are you okay?”

However, after the man took the tissues and stopped his nosebleed, a look of calmness crawled onto his pale face. It was as if the nosebleed was not his at all.

“Why are you in such a panic? I’m not dying yet.”

“Mr. George…”

The woman’s lips trembled as her eyes reddened even more.

Regardless, she dared not say anything else. Once he stopped bleeding, she averted her sorrowful eyes and forced herself to look at the road again. In minutes, the car started up again and drove off.

Forty minutes later, at Hayes Corporation.

“Jamie? Why are you back alone? Where’s Mr. George?”

Luke was surprised to see the president’s secretary coming back alone.

Indeed, the woman in front of Luke was Solomon’s secretary, Jamie Marley, also known as Jetroina’s Akiko Sato.

After Solomon came to Hayes Corporation, she had been spending lonely days at the Jetroinian bar. Hence, he brought her over to work for him as his secretary while Luke became his assistant.

Jamie nodded, her face still pale.

“He went to meet a client and asked me to come back to the office to grab something. Mr. Scott, please postpone all afternoon appointments for today. He said he isn’t free and is unsure if his schedule will open up the next day,” Jamie promptly told him.

Luke then watched her enter the president’s office. Soon, she emerged out of the room with some of Solomon’s stuff before leaving the office.

A last-minute meeting with a client?

Why don’t I know about it? Even if it’s a sudden meeting, shouldn’t he be informing me, his assistant?

Moreover, he has postponed all appointments for the afternoon.

Why is he doing things like these so often recently? He wasn’t like this before.

Luke’s mind was buzzing noisily with the number of questions in it.