Who Is The Real Boss?

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 I Have The Final Say

Before Annabel could say anything, Rupert hung up abruptly.

Hearing the beeping tone on the phone, Annabel shook her head helplessly.

Why did Rupert call her again? Lately, he seemed to always look for her whenever something happened.

Confused, Annabel took the elevator to Rupert's office.

The door to his office was slightly ajar.

Before entering, she knocked on the door.

"Come in," Rupert called out.

Annabel pushed the door open and found Rupert sitting at his desk.

He had taken off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa, leaving only a white shirt on.

The topmost buttons on his chest were casually unbuttoned, exposing his well-defined chest muscles.

This coupled with his handsome face, he looked extraordinarily handsome.

At this moment, Rupert was staring at his computer screen and typing on the keyboard with one hand.

For a moment, Annabel fell into a trance.

It turned out that Rupert was an alcoholic.

His right hand was injured, yet he still worked tirelessly.

"Like what you see?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Rupert saw that Annabel was staring at him.He broke into a sly smile.His deep voice brought Annabel back to her senses.

Embarrassed, she coughed and changed the subject.

"Why did you call me?"

"You had a meeting with Brett this afternoon, right?"

Rupert stopped what he was doing.He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other.

This simple yet graceful move fully encapsulated just how elegant and noble he was.

"That's correct."

nodded, confused by Rupert's concern for

want

narrowed

Annabel nodded obediently.

the meeting right now.I'll send them to you once I'm

couldn't wait to

"Wait."

"Anything else?"

raised his

doctor said I should apply ointment to the

Annabel was confused.

"Okay.So do it."

expressionlessly, "I don't

didn't know how to do something as simple as applying ointment? 1 Annabel was

help you,

rolled her eyes

"Where's the ointment?"

pointed at the

the ointment,

some ointment with her fingers, and applied it on the wound gently and

fingers gently stroked the back of his hand,

you ever

help

what she was doing, too stunned to

good

down at the woman squatting in front of him with a meaningful look in his

about it,"

what with Annabel rubbing his hand,

name in a low and

"Yeah?"

a spark

"Do you really—"

to ask,

suddenly, Annabel's phone rang and interrupted

have to

phone from her pocket to check the caller

It was Marcel calling.

saw the name "Marcel" flashing on the screen, his

of relationship with Marcel? With ointment slathered all over her hand, Annabel couldn't answer the phone properly. So she put the phone on the table and put it on

are you busy?" Marcel

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