The man halted his steps, and a smile appeared on his otherwise slightly serious face.
The people around him felt a sense of relief and took a breath.
They saw her and quickly bowed in respect, "Hello, Mrs. Kingston."
"Hello, everyone!" Mia Lane was not pretentious; she smiled sweetly at Justin Kingston, "Are you going out?"
Justin Kingston affectionately patted her head, not caring about the occasion, "Why did you co so early? I was planning to head ho for dinner to spare you the trouble of delivering it."
"Given how busy you are, it’s only right for to help out a bit." She said deliberately, like a gentle woman, giving him face in front of the higher-ups.
"Here you go!" Then she raised the thermal container high towards him.
Justin Kingston felt sweetness in his heart and reached out to take it, "We’re heading to the club; do you want to co along? You can supervise eating."
She nodded with a smile, "Sure." She too felt sweet inside.
Justin Kingston then wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her outside, with Finn Morgan and several executives following them.
They were truly flaunting their affection and spreading so PDA around.
The company employees not far away envied them so much that they scarcely wanted to work.
The car had just started when Justin Kingston’s phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID; it was Barbara Sutton calling, but he did not imdiately answer.
"Why aren’t you answering?" Mia Lane turned her eyes and, puzzled, glanced at the phone screen.
Barbara Sutton?
In Mia Lane’s mind, this na was directly equated with Monica Usher.
Him? Why wasn’t he answering?
Mia Lane thought, is it because I’m here?
"Answer it." She reminded him, "You can treat as invisible. She must have sothing to talk about; answering won’t harm you. Besides, I’m magnanimous enough, even if it’s Monica Usher."
Justin Kingston slid his finger over the answer key and put the phone to his ear, not wanting Mia to misunderstand.
"CEO Kingston, please co to President Usher’s apartnt quickly!" Barbara Sutton cried frantically, "She might have slit her wrists and killed herself..."
A layer of frost covered Justin Kingston’s deep, sharp eyes.
He put down the phone, his thin lips pursed.
"What’s going on?" Mia Lane observed his expression, asked worriedly.
Justin Kingston turned his eyes towards her, "Monica Usher slit her wrists."
Her heart suddenly sank, "Where? Is it serious?"
"At her apartnt."
"Barbara Sutton asked you to go, right?" Mia Lane, reacting instinctively as a doctor, "Then hurry! It’s a human life at stake! Plus, her doing sothing this extre is partly related to us! If she really dies, can we not have guilt?"
Justin Kingston t her gaze and saw the urgency in her eyes.
Consequently, he said to the driver, "Old Chapman, head to Monica Usher’s apartnt."
At this mont, at the apartnt entrance.
The property manager was trying a long string of keys, muttering, "Where’s the wrist-slitting suicide? Maybe the person isn’t inside? Or maybe they’re just asleep? Stop scaring us!"
If a death really happened in this building, how many people’s moods would be affected? The property manager couldn’t escape responsibility, especially with the keys mixed up!
"Just open the door already." Barbara Sutton spoke impatiently, "Hurry up!"
She knew President Usher had suffered significant blows recently, her emotions nearing a suicidal breakdown, but if CEO Kingston could counsel her, perhaps a tragedy could be averted.
By whatever ans necessary, first trick CEO Kingston into coming.
At this mont, a Lamborghini was racing towards the apartnt!
Justin Kingston and Mia Lane’s fingers were interlocked; Mia Lane felt inexplicably nervous, but Justin Kingston remained calm.
He could feel her palm was sowhat cold, and Justin Kingston’s thin lips gently parted, "Don’t be nervous, even if sothing happens to her, it can’t be blad on us."
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