Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Unsecured | dodged the bullet, but this battle exhaustedbeyond my limits. The only good thing about that meeting with the board of executives was that my hangover had been chased away by the rush of adrenalin. Nonetheless, | was aware that | could pull off this kind of stunt once. | was stalling for time, and it was the only thing | could do.

| had given Aren an additional two weeks to wake up and cback to me, but | knew that those who had just walked out of Aren’s office would use those two weeks to sharpen their teeth and claws. | didn’t know what they would plan next, but | needed to step up my gas well. It was tto get to know the company so that | would be better prepared for another blow to come. | asked Neil to bringreports on every single ongoing project and the most and least successful ones in the company’s history. | had assumed that there would be a lot of documents to read, but once Neil and a few other coworkers started bringing the boxes into Aren’s office, they quickly filled nearly ninety percent of the space.

“Oh, boy...” | mumbled, staring at the endless amount of work ahead of me.

The worst part of it was that | couldn’t just take those boxes withto the clinic. | was forced to stay in Lan Diamond Tower the entire t| was going through the documents. Of course, | wanted to see Aren; to sit by his bed and hold his hand, but I also didn’t want him to lose his position as a CEO. | was determined to find a way to prove that | could temporarily run this company because that would also prove that Aren made the right call in appointingas his temporary replacement.

Thankfully, Lan Diamond Corporation’s profit was based on digital technology. There were industries producing specialized hardware elements, but the biggest money went from gaming anddevelopment. Unlike the legal contracts that | had spent the most treading last week, these documents had been written in a language that | could actually understand. | sighed in relief as | realized that | wouldn't be forced to spend twith a dictionary, looking for certain phrases or abbreviations. That maderun through documents astonishingly fast. By the end of the day, | had full knowledge of more than fifteen percent of the company’s most profitable projects.

It was almost eight o'clock, and I decided that it was tto take a break and go back to my temporary home- Crawford's Neurological Clinic. | didn’t feel real symptoms of being drained until | got up from Aren’s chair and my head started to spin. | did it again. | forgot that the croissant that Chris had baked was the only meal | had throughout the day. Once | crawled out of the office, | swayed to the nearest vending machine and bought myself a chocolate bar. | knew that it wasn’t the type of dinner that my system would like to have, but at this hour, | could either buy a bar or a bag of chips.

Despite munching down scarbonites, my stomach loudly complained all the way to the clinic. At one moment, Benjamin pulled over and jumped out of the car.

“What are you doing?!” | called after him.

“I'll be back in a few minutes, Mrs. Lan!” He shouted, running toward sbistro.

| stared at my watch impatiently and wondered what had gotten into him until | saw him running back with a bag of Chinese fried noodles.

“Here you are, Mrs. Lan,” he said as he opened the door on my side of the car and handedthe take-out dinner.

| instantly felt flustered. “Was my growling stomach that obvious?” | asked, my lips curving into a nervous smile.

Benjamin sighed. “Mrs. Lan, you look like you are about to faint any second. Please, make sure that you eat snormal meals during the day.” “Thank you,” | muttered, putting the noodles besideon the seat.

| promised Benjamin that | would eat what he boughtonce I got to the clinic, and then he madeswear that | would take better care of myself. Only then did he smile and wisha pleasant evening and a good night's rest. He truly was a kind person. The thought of him madesmile all the way up to the clinic's top floor. As | walked out of the elevator, | froze. The whole corridor seemed empty, and all the lights were out, with only emergency lighting marking the fire exits. Aren’s room was on the corner of the corridor, which was currently the darkest place on the entire floor. | swallowed hard and slowly stepped into the darkness. “Hello?” | called out, barely audibly.

No one answered, nor did | hear any voices. | stepped closer to the wall, trying to find a light switch. Once | found it, | tried to press it, but nothing happened. It could have been skind of power failure, but the lack of power made the whole situation even more disturbing. | knew that there were only four patients currently on the VIP floor, and their states were stable. Nevertheless, there should always be at least two nurses to check on them.

Aside from the lack of nurses, there was another alarming fact that | had noticed... | pulled out the phone from my purse and called Chris.

“What's up?” he asked cheerfully, as he answered the call.

“Um... Chris, correctif I'm wrong, but there should be at least three guards standing by Aren’s room, right?” “Yes. They are my men. Why do you ask? Do you have any problems with them?” he inquired.

I pulled a shaky breath into my lungs. “They are not here, Chris... No one’s in the entire corridor. No nurses, no guards... and no light, as if something happened to the power circuits in the entire corridor.” | tried to sound composed, but my voice was shaking, and | could barely stabilize my breathing.

His tone changed in an instant. “Cora, go to the emergency exit, get to the staircase, and try to get onto the lower floor. | will try to contact my men and I'll get there as fast as | can,” he said firmly.

“All right, I'm heading to the ex-" The sound of the opening door got my words stuck in my throat. | stared in the darkness and realized that it was Aren’s room door that had opened. Before | knew it, | took a few steps closer, disregarding Chris’s command.

“Cora? Cora, what happened? Talk to me!” Chris’s voice sounded through the phone, but I ignored it and restlessly stared at the darkness.

Suddenly, | saw a faint shadow rushing out of Aren’s room, heading to the staircase. | froze. Someone had been there.

“Aren!” | shrieked in panic, lurching toward his door.

“Cora?! What the fuck is going on there?!” Chris thundered over the phone.

I heard him, but I didn’t say a word. | had to know that whoever was in Aren’s room didn’t hurt him. The relief | felt as | heard the stable beeping sound of the monitoring equipment, powered by the emergency aggregator. | locked the door behindand rushed to his bed, feeling the wide streams of tears flooding my face.

“Thank God...” | mumbled, stroking his face. Less than a minute later, all the lights were back on. Only then did | pull the phone up to my ear and tell Chris what had just happened.

“What if there was someone else in Aren’s room?! You could have walked straight into the hands of an assassin!” he yelled.

“You are exaggerating... The one person who was in his room escaped. And maybe this power failure was just circumstantial?” | tried to calm him down, but he remained persistent.

“Make sure you keep the door locked. Stay there and don’t go anywhere until | get there. Do you understand?” he grunted. “Yes, | understand,” | said, brushing off my tears and keeping my eyes locked on Aren'’s sleeping face. About twenty minutes later, | heard someone knocking on the door. “It's me, Cora. Open the door.” Chris's voice sounded even more nervous than | expected. As | opened the door, | saw his men accompanied by several police officers. “What's going on? “I muttered, leaning out into the corridor.

Chris frowned and took a deep breath. “You are probably the luckiest reckless idiot on this planet.” | wasn’t certain if | should take it as an insult or a compliment. | stepped outside and instantly noticed a few people from the coroner's office. | swallowed before shifting my eyes to Chris.” Who died...?” | mumbled as my body started to shiver.

Chris gritted his teeth in anger. “All three of our men that were supposed to be protecting Aren, two nurses, and a young doctor got shot in the head.” | gasped, clamping my mouth with my hand. It sounded horrifying, yet it madewonder even more why nothing had happened to Aren. If someone had chere for him, then what was his purpose? | glanced at Chris in a frantic realization.

“Grandma...” | muttered, stepping toward her room.

Chris grabbed my arm. “Relax. She is OK. Other patients are fine as well.” That was relieving, but my frustration rose as | wondered who might have done son horrible, but before | asked the question, Chris said, “We checked the surveillance footage, but it seemed that all the cameras around the floor were shut down for more than half an hour when it happened. All except one...” he paused and grabbed my hand. “That one camera captured someone running out of the emergency staircase on the ground floor. It was a woman.” “A woman?” | repeated numbly, remembering that the one who ran out of Aren’s room was heading to the stairs.

“Yes.” Chris nodded with a wry smile. “A pretty brunette... Asian... If | were to guess, Chinese.