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."

by Rupert's

jewelry? Or did he want to explore the jewelry market? "I want details on the progress you've

narrowed

Annabel nodded obediently.

out the minutes of the meeting right now.I'll send them to

wait to leave,

"Wait."

"Anything else?"

raised his

The doctor said I should apply

Annabel was confused.

"Okay.So do it."

expressionlessly, "I

as simple as applying ointment? 1 Annabel was about to

help you,

rolled her eyes in

"Where's the ointment?"

pointed at the

drawer, took out the ointment,

her fingers, and applied it on the wound

his hand, and the coolness

ever

couldn't help but

she was doing, too stunned to

good at

down at the woman squatting in front of him

know a little about it," Annabel replied with

what with Annabel rubbing his hand, Rupert

her name in a low and

"Yeah?"

up at him and saw a spark of desire in his deep-set

"Do you really—"

ask, "Do you

suddenly, Annabel's phone rang and interrupted

have to take

her phone from her pocket to check the caller

It was Marcel calling.

"Marcel" flashing on the

hand, Annabel couldn't answer the phone properly. So she put the phone on

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