NovelEnglishAveline's brows furrowed as she asked, "How did he get hurt?" Desmond's tone was heavy with concern. "This morning, out of nowhere, a group of people surrounded Mr. Tudor's car. He wasn't prepared and got hit in the head. He's already been taken to the hospital, and those who caused the trouble have been arrested. "But after looking into it, I found that they were just ordinary folks who admitted to what they did, so they wouldn't face any serious consequences. Mr. Tudor had to get stitches on his head, yet he insisted on coming to work. I'm worried his condition might worsen. Mrs. Tudor, please cover. He'll listen to you." A group of people suddenly attacking Lucas? Aveline knew his skills well-who could manage to hurt him unless he hadn't been on guard? "Alright, I'll cover right away," she replied, pushing aside the strange feeling gnawing at her heart.
She couldn't help but think, at a critical tlike this, the last thing they needed was for something to happen to Lucas.
What about their divorce if he ended up in serious trouble? When Aveline arrived at Tudor Enterprises, she noticed an increased security presence at the building entrance. People were rushing in and out as if afraid someone might suddenly attack them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDesmond was waiting for her in the lobby.
The moment he saw her, he quickly approached. "This way, please, Mrs. Tudor." He pressed the button for the private elevator and said, "I'm so glad you agreed to come. If you can convince Mr. Tudor to go back and rest, he'll definitely listen to you." Aveline's expression remained cold. "I doubt I have that much influence." Desmond shook his head. "You're mistaken, ma'am. Your words carry a lot of weight with him. He remembers everything you've ever said. I know he's done things in the past that hurt you, but he had his reasons. You've seen firsthand what he's been through, and, truthfully, I hope you two can reconcile." Desmond's words seemed sincere, but Aveline knew his real motivation-if things went well between Lucas and her, his year-end bonus would be much more generous.
Aveline glanced at him and replied coolly, "I hadn't realized Mr. Desmond was so good with words." Desmond offered a polite smile. "As.
Mr. Tudor's assistant, there are many times I need to represent him in various meetings. A certain level of skill is required font Aveline nodded slightly. "Not bad." Desmond watched her carefully, trying to gauge her thoughts. Was she considering what he had said, or was she just paying him a simple compliment? Her expression was too calm, giving nothing away.
Fortunately, the elevator soon reached the executive office floor.
As the doors slid open, Desmond and Aveline stepped out.
A loud noise erupted from within the office, and Desmond immediately glanced at Aveline, whispering, "Mrs. t Aveling, Tudor, Mr. Pudor has been in a terrible mood because of what happened today. Please be careful when you go in." Aveline gave a small nod and walked straight ahead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she pushed the door open, someone emerged from inside a man in a suit, clearly a senior executive.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He paused for a moment when he saw her, gave a faint nod, and quickly passed by her an his way out. Aveline stepped into the office to find a chair overturned on the floor.
Lucas stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, hands on his hips, a cold aura surrounding him. His head was wrapped in a bandage of white gauze.
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