In the elevator, Justin Kingston adjusted his unwrinkled cuff, appearing calm, seemingly unaffected in mood.
Monica Usher had beco clever, silently following him into the office, entirely adopting the deanor of a good-hearted victim.
Finn Morgan happened to be absent.
Justin retrieved a tube of ointnt left by Ian Shelby from the drawer and held it out to her, "Apply so, it works well."
She didn’t reach for it, instead looked at the ointnt, then glanced up at him.
"Can you help apply it?" Monica seed slightly embarrassed, "My hands can’t manage it well."
Without waiting for his response, she had already turned around, quickly unbuttoning two buttons of her shirt, letting it slide off slightly.
Her injured back shoulder was thus exposed to him.
The ointnt was still in Justin’s hand, he hesitated for two seconds, then opened it.
Barbara Sutton happened to pass by outside the office, and she inadvertently saw this scene, inevitably shocked!
Was CEO Kingston applying ointnt to President Usher?
Such a rare sight certainly had to be recorded! So, she took out her phone and snap snap snap!
Justin’s fingertip gently circled the injured area, Monica closed her eyes to feel the mont, too surreal, painful yet blissful.
"It’s done." Justin handed the ointnt back to her, "Have Barbara Sutton apply it for you a few tis daily."
Monica turned her gaze, finding that he wasn’t looking at her.
Could he have had his eyes closed the whole ti?
Returning to her office with the ointnt, Barbara hurriedly approached, "President Usher, are you hurt?"
There was doubt in Monica’s eyes.
"I saw... CEO Kingston applying ointnt for you?" Barbara showed her the photo, "Secretly taken, how is it?"
Monica saw it, still feeling a sense of happiness in her heart, "Send it to ."
"Alright!"
No matter his attitude towards her, that feeling of his fingertip gently swirling on her shoulder was hard to forget.
In the CEO’s office, luxuriously decorated.
Justin sat at the desk, dialing Butler Shelby’s number, "Did you give her the dical records?"
"I gave them to her, madam has been reading them," the butler reported, "I guess she hasn’t finished reading and hasn’t co downstairs yet."
"Hmm."
Before he hung up, the butler couldn’t help but add, "Mr. Kingston, madam asked about Anton Miller again."
"What did you say?"
"I said I didn’t know him, but she seed suspicious."
"Hmm."
Ending the call, Justin leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes to rest, his mood hard to discern.
In no ti, the photos Barbara just secretly took spread online... causing a heated discussion.
Two hours later—
Justin had just finished a project eting, as he exited the club, Finn’s expression changed slightly upon seeing the news, "CEO, this..."
"What’s wrong?"
Finn showed him the widely circulated photos online, in particularly high resolution.
In Justin’s deep, sharp eyes, a layer of frost appeared, "Suppress it for ."
"Okay."
Leaving the club, the two got into the Lamborghini one after the other.
The driver closed the door for them, and the car headed for the group.
Justin was thinking more about that guy Anton Miller, he would definitely try to approach Mia Lane again, sothing Justin would absolutely not allow!
At Erald Cove, under the warm midday sun, the fountain splashed out crystal-clear water droplets in the yard.
In the second-floor living room, having just finished reading all the dical records, Mia Lane stretched!
Her notes spanned two whole pages!
The situation was quite complex!
After taking a sip of water, she casually picked up her phone to check the ti, but a notification popped up!
Curiously, she clicked it open, and an intimate photo of Justin and Monica appeared in front of her!
Mia was stunned for a few seconds, then scrutinized the photo—
The woman’s clothes were slightly open, enjoying the mont with eyes closed, the location being the office!
Why bother going to Sunshine Village to find her?!
Is there sothing wrong with him!
Mia thought he was sulking because he was jealous of Anton Miller, but it turns out he was still thinking of another woman!
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