Daniel doesn't seem to feel well today. He's got a cold," said Sasha with a soft voice "I can also take you to the bathroom."
"Why are you talk so much? Get lost..."
Before Dexter finished his sentence, Sasha pulled off his blanket, lifted him to her chest and then put him in the wheelchair. After that, she thoughtfully put a pillow behind his back.
The man froze.
He could scarcely believe it. He hadn't recovered from the injuries, but he was still tall and muscular. Yet, this woman had actually…
Sasha came back into reality after a minute. She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze from him.
Dexter clenched his teeth and said with a dark face, "Who told you to lift me? Are you even a woman?"
A chill shot through Sasha's body. Her lips parted, as if wanting to speak, but not a sound came out. Sasha quickly returned to her room. Her cheeks were flushed.
When Sasha woke up the next morning, aside from feeling a little sticky, she was in relatively good spirits. She took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs.
She followed the smell of food to the dining room, and Amy immediately served her breakfast.
"Has he had breakfast?" Sasha asked.
"Yes. He already left with Daniel."
Hearing this, Sasha picked up her glass of milk and a piece of toast, then began to wolf down her breakfast.
She was done eating in under five minutes.
"Are you that afraid of him, Madam?" Amy teased.
"I'm not afraid…" Sasha said, then lifted her chin slightly.
Once she was done with breakfast, she took her laptop and went to a nearby cafe to work on her design.
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After the car was parked, Daniel helped Dexter get out of the car. They took the private elevator to the fifty-second floor, then headed straight to the conference room.
The door opened, and sitting in the room were about twenty top managers in nice suits.
"Mr. Foster, are you feeling better?" someone asked with concern.
"Do I look like I'm feeling better to you?" Dexter knitted his brows and countered back. He made the man too embarrassed to continue talking.
"Alright, this is the year-end summary meeting. Let's save time and begin now," Dexter said.
Once he finished this sentence, the atmosphere in the conference room turned more serious than before.
After the conference Dexter entered his office, Henry walked in.
"Are you not coming together with your wife? Well.. I didn't see her."
Dexter raised his brows and said, "That's what you're here to talk about?"
Henry smiled bitterly and placed the file in his hand on Dexter's desk.
"This is the financial reports for Tate Industries from the past few years. I took some time to look into it. They're in pretty deep trouble."
Henry paused, then added, "Their finance director embezzled at least three hundred million dollars. I heard that he was Brown's brother-in-law."
Dexter's eyes twitched slightly.
If what Henry said was true, then developing the new product was not the only reason Brown Industries was facing bankruptcy.
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It was nine at night.
Dry leaves rustled on the ground in the fall wind. Sasha emerged from a cab and winced at the sudden chill.
She changed into her house slippers and noticed Dexter sitting alone in the living room.
He was wearing a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms.
The sapphires on his cufflinks shone brightly.
He was sitting comfortably on the couch, exuding the charm and arrogance of a long-reigning, king.
The expression on his face was as indifferent as ever, so she did not look at him for long.
Once she had changed her shoes, she hesitated. She did not know whether she should greet him or not.
Sasha walked uneasily into the living room and looked at Dexter.
"Sit."
Dexter glanced coldly at Sasha.
She confusedly took the couch opposite him. There was a laptop sitting on the coffee table. The screen was facing her and on it was surveillance footage. There was a bed in the footage, and on it was her and Dexter.
Dexter suddenly looked up as he no longer tried to hide the disgust in his eyes.
His large hand gripped her slender wrist as he snarled, "Are you a pervert?! Did you install a camera in the bedroom?"
Sasha felt like Dexter was about to break her wrist. She wanted to pull her hand back but could not move a muscle.
"Let go! You're hurting me!" she cried as her eyes welled up with tears. The more she struggled, the harder his grip became.
It was as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her and make her cry.
"I never thought that you are a slut!" Seeing her face twist in agony further angered him.
"Why did you assume I was the one who installed the cameras?"
Sasha gave up struggling. By the time she registered the first question, streams of hot tears ran down her cheeks.
"It was your mother" she said with eyes filled with tears and fear.