Trapped By Tainted Love

"If you can't do it, I'll give someone else that position of yours," Victor said with a stern face.

After hearing him say that, the incumbent planning director's face paled.

Hurriedly, he said, "Mr.Sullivan, I promise I'll hand in a perfect proposal before you get off work today."

Afterwards, he hurried towards the door clumsily carrying all the documents.

Just when he was about to open the door of the office, lvan came in.

"Ivan," he greeted.

After that brief interaction, he walked out of the office without waiting for Ivan to respond.

From the corner of his eye, lvan could see that the planning director's back was drenched in sweat.

And seeing him bolt out of the room like a bat out of a cave, lvan was not surprised.

Victor was a perfectionist, and work was his top priority.

Not only was he strict with his own work, but he was also critical of his subordinates' performance.

He wouldn't allow the slightest mistakes at all.

Thus, people began to say that if someone were to get a job in the Sullivan Group, they would either be burned out or die from exhaustion due to Victor's obsession with perfection.

But even so, the company was one of the top five corporations in the world.

That reputation alone was alluring enough to make people willing to kill for a job there.

"Mr.Sullivan, the meeting with the American branch is about to start."

lvan handed in the documents needed to be checked and signed by Victor.

Victor opened one of the folders, and when he finished reading and was about to sign it, he suddenly remembered something that the planning director said earlier.

"What's going on in the archive room?" he asked.

"Since when did the planning department have so much time to waste sorting out tons of documents themselves? Tell Rachel that if she can't do her job, she should just resign immediately! The Sullivan Group has no room for useless employees!"

"Actually, Mr.Sullivan, Miss Bennet is sick.She hasn't been to work for two days," Ivan replied.

Indeed, Rachel was feeling under the weather.

Not long after she returned home that night, she collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep at once.

cooked something for

about to call Rachel,

pale, and beads of sweat continuously

high fever; her body was burning hot! Wasting no time,

Wake up! Miss

thought that it was

that,

time she woke up, it was

dawn, and a chilling breeze came in from under the half-closed door, leading

exhausted, Rachel instinctively touched her forehead, only to realize that there was

while removing the towel from

eye, she found Abby sitting

and her face was resting

seemed that Abby had

there was a basin of cold water beside

what Rachel had seen, it appeared as though Abby took care

Abby was at

her body and

Abby felt the blanket cover her, she woke

she had fallen asleep,

Miss Bennet! You're finally

sat upright, her creased

Rachel chuckled.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, ma'am, you didn't."

her

better now? Are you nauseous or feeling any discomfort at all?

and I've been sweeting a lot.I don't feel any discomfort, but I do feel a little feeble.Actually, I

"That's great to hear!"

saying that, she used a thermometer

that her temperature had returned to normal,

to death last night, Miss Bennet.When I came out of the kitchen, I saw you

forced her to drink an entire bottle of red wine, and that she threw up

and pieces of everything that followed

way home, and that might be the reason she had little to no recollection

after

Mr.Torres, and he arrived a few minutes later.You had a really high fever, and I wasn't strong enough to carry you.Mr.Torres was the one who carried you upstairs.I helped you ingest some antipyretics, and put a towel on your forehead to lower your temperature.Your

Abby took the towel

the bedside table and saw a box of ibuprofen and a

where Andy was, something dawned on

and asked, "Abby, did you