Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 912 - 911: Calm Your Damn Anger (2)

The female secretary was taken aback, is it wrong to glance at him a few times? Who wouldn’t, when the Boss is rarely around the company, and he’s so handsome? Of course, I want to get close... if possible, find a way to climb into his bed.

Who knew just a few wrong words could anger him, resulting in getting replaced.

...

Lucas Knight stormed downstairs, filled with rage.

The male assistant followed him out: "Boss, the newly crowned Best Actress has arrived at the company, she’s at the studio shooting behind-the-scenes footage..."

"Soon she’ll be doing a photo album shoot... Aren’t you going to watch?"

"Not interested." Lucas Knight walked away without turning back.

The assistant persisted: "Boss, even Young Master White is inside. Aren’t you going to see him?"

Lucas Knight: "Not interested."

"..." The assistant was stunned, wasn’t the White Group CEO supposed to have an agreement with our Boss? The company’s recently signed actress, this time is shooting that kind of film... the kind without clothes.

Young Master White started by drinking a few bottles of ’82 Lafite with the Boss, then went on to patrol the department, while the Boss remained in the CEO’s office.

*

Eva Nightingale couldn’t even get into this luxurious company.

Due to a higher-up’s orders, the staff called the bodyguards to start expelling Eva Nightingale, driving her out from the lobby: "Who do you think you are, pestering our Boss? If you’re smart, scram quickly, don’t force us to use force—"

Eva Nightingale was shoved with such force that she nearly lost her balance, almost stumbling to the ground.

Lucas Knight had just emerged from the opulent elevator room when his sharp phoenix eyes spotted a familiar small figure being pushed by the bodyguards ahead!

Instantly, his slender, curved eyes narrowed slightly, concealing an undeniable anger.

"Bang—"

A fist swung through the air, landing heavily on the bodyguard’s face, followed by another punch, sending the unruly bodyguard flying.

"Who told you to push her?"

The bodyguard gritted his teeth in pain, yet remained respectful: "Boss!!"

Eva Nightingale hadn’t yet reacted to what was happening, and saw the bodyguards being disciplined into submission!

Then, her small hand was grasped into Lucas Knight’s embrace, her chin raised dominantly by him, the man’s incredibly pleasant voice full of concern: "Little woman, are you okay?"

Eva Nightingale: "I... I’m okay—"

Dr. Meng said he was ill, seriously so, but is it because he’s recovered that he now has strength to hit people?!

"Good, as long as you’re okay." He was very gentle with her, gradually releasing her chin, letting go of her hand, only then turned to look at the group of clueless bodyguards behind: "Go to the back restroom, stand in a horse stance facing the wall for three hours."

Bodyguard: "Boss, we didn’t do it on purpose—" Who knew Eva Nightingale had such a ’good’ relationship with him? If we’d known earlier, we wouldn’t have dared to treat Eva Nightingale like that, right? Standing in a horse stance facing the wall in the restroom for 3 hours will be the end of us!!

Leaving aside whether we can even hold a horse stance for 3 hours, it’s the 3-hour restroom smell that’ll..."

Lucas Knight: "Make it six hours, and hang a can of herring on each arm..."

Before finishing his sentence, the bodyguards immediately nodded in submission: "Boss, spare us... Miss Eva, we were wrong, we apologize, sorry. We’ll go take our punishment immediately..."

If they don’t go, there might be an even worse outcome awaiting them, so the bodyguards were almost staggering as they ran to take their punishment.

...

The gentle breeze brushed across the face.

Then, as if the man didn’t see Eva Nightingale, he got in the car and left.