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

out of the kitchen and was about to call Rachel, she saw her sleeping on the living room

pale, and beads of sweat continuously ran

Rachel's forehead and instantly gleaned that Rachel had a high fever; her body was burning hot!

Bennet! Wake up! Miss

about.She just thought that it was so noisy that she frowned

saying that, Rachel lost

woke up, it was

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

instinctively touched her forehead, only to realize that there was a

removing the towel

corner of her eye,

and her face was resting against

Abby had fallen

there was a basin of cold water beside

from what Rachel had seen, it appeared as though Abby

it didn't look like Abby was at peace while

blanket from her body and covered Abby

Abby felt the blanket cover

though she had fallen asleep, she made sure not to fall asleep

Miss Bennet! You're finally awake.I'm

upright, her creased

Rachel chuckled.

"Did I wake you?"

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

shook her head, sounding

now? Are you nauseous or feeling any discomfort at

sweeting a lot.I don't feel any discomfort, but I do feel a little feeble.Actually, I feel refreshed, thanks to you.You

"That's great to hear!"

used a

her temperature had returned to normal,

almost scared me to death last night, Miss Bennet.When I came out of the kitchen, I saw you lying unconscious on the sofa, and

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

only remember bits and pieces of everything that followed

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

happened after

lying unconscious, I immediately contacted 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

Abby took the

table and saw a box of ibuprofen

she could ask where Andy was, something

of medicine, and asked,