shuhaige
Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Chapter 31 Danger Follows
Maurice made a phone call.
“Send some guards upstairs now.”
Nestling in his arms, Eliana looked up and stared at his handsome profile. Her heart started pounding against her chest, and she couldn’t decide whether it was because of fear or something else entirely. The mix of Maurice’s breath and cologne overwhelmed her and stirred something that had long been shrouded in her memory. His smell… It was familiar.
Eliana surely had scented it before. Maurice looked at her with his deep eyes: His sharp gaze instantly stopped her wild thoughts, “Th… thank you, Mr. Moran.”
She coughed awkwardly, feeling embarrassed She stood up for the bad guy just now, but now she felt like she had been-slappēd hard in the face. Maurice let go of her and glanced at her up and down.
“Are you hurt?”
Hearing that, Eliana froze-and looked at him in disbelief. His words were full of concern, and the situation they were in right now was giving her a serious case of deja vu. Maurice’s eyes looked exactly like Preston’s.
“What’s wrong?” Maurice frowned.
“Nothing.I’m fine.”
Feeling ridiculous, Eliana hurriedly averted-her gaze. The middle-aged man struggled to get up and attempted to teach for the dāgger with his trembling hand.
When he was about to touch the hilt of the dagger, he grinned wildly, but the next moment, his expression stiffened. A well-made leather-shoe stamped firmly on the dagger. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked up at Maurice whose face was gloomy.
“Your child is receiving chemotherapy? Then tell me his specific symptoms, the doctor’s official diagnosis, and the side-effects of the chemotherapy,” Maurice’s questions were cold and hard, which rendered the middle aged man speechless. Eliana was stunned and slowly understood what was happening Maurice kicked the dagger far away and looked at her.
“He doesn’t have a child who is receiving chemotherapy at all. Only brainless people would believe such a lie.” Her face flushing red, Eliana lowered her head in embarrassment, and clenched the hem of her blouse.
After a few moments, the guards Maurice sent for came bursting through the door and quickly subdued the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man struggled desperately and roared, “Maurice! You devil! You will be punished! You will die a horrible death… You bas…” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
His curse got stuck in his throat as the guards gagged him and dragged him away like a rabid, muzzled dog. Maurice stared at the dazed Eliana who saw the guards leave, and his eyes darkened.
“If you’re curious as to what will happen to that man, you may follow the guards and find out. Hearing that, Eliana immediately looked away and clasped her hands in front of her. She stood up straight and behaved like a little girl who had just been scolded by her parents. Amused, Maurice let a smile tug on his lips and handed the signed document to Eliana. She took it with both hands and looked up at him secretly.
“Mr. Moran, why did that man try to kill you?”
“Many people want to kill me.” Maurice didn’t take the question seriously and sneered.
“Wherever I go, danger follows.” He looked at Eliana and flashed her a knowing smile. Would this woman become one of the dangers that would tail him? Flustered by Maurice’s gaze, Eliana lowered her head, and made her way out of his office, holding the signed document.
When she returned to her desk, she still felt uneasy and couldn’t focus on her work, which led to her inefficiency. She pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve some of the headache her latest interaction with Maurice had brought on.
“Eliana…” Corbin suddenly called from far away. The whole Design Department fell silent, but surely, whatever was about to happen would turn into hot office gossip once Corbin turned his back.
“Mr. Moran sent his assistant to look for Eliana again” Her colleagues shared the news in an online group.
“Mr. Jenkins.” Eliana stood up and greeted Corbin politely. Corbin handed her a sheet with a stack of receipts on the back.
“Mr. Moran is going to attend a party this evening. Please pick up the clothes he needs. Here’s the addresses!” Eliana was speechless.
Again? Why did Maurice always insist on making her pick up his things? Did he hire her to be his nanny? She tried to decline politely. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins, but I still have a lot of work to do…”
“Well, it’s also your job to serve Mr. Moran, isn’t it?’ Corbin rudely interrupted her.
“Pick up the clothes or quit. Your choice.” Eliana clenched her fists. What a vengeful man! How could such a narrow-minded, power-tripping person be the CEO of a huge company?