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 the

the jewelry? Or did he want to explore

narrowed

Annabel nodded obediently.

the minutes of the meeting right now.I'll send them to you once I'm done.If there's nothing else, I'll

couldn't wait to

"Wait."

"Anything else?"

his

said I should apply ointment to the wound

Annabel was confused.

"Okay.So do it."

"I don't

to do something as simple as applying ointment? 1 Annabel was about to retort when Rupert pursed his thin lips and said unhappily, "Is this how you

help you,

rolled her eyes

"Where's the ointment?"

at the

the ointment, squatted down and

lid, picked up some ointment with her fingers, and applied

hand, and the coolness of the ointment made Rupert feel

you ever study

couldn't help but

was

very good

squatting in front of him with a meaningful look in

little about it," Annabel replied with a

rubbing his hand, Rupert felt a

name in a low and hoarse

"Yeah?"

at him and saw a

"Do you really—"

was about to ask, "Do

phone rang and interrupted

have

her pocket to check the

It was Marcel calling.

the name "Marcel" flashing

With ointment slathered all over her hand, Annabel couldn't answer the phone properly. So

are you busy?"

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