Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 An Erotic Dream?

Can't leave her like that! August told himself.He thus began searching the wards along the passage one after another until he located an empty one at the end of it.He then went back, carried Lucia from the bench to that empty room, and laid her onto the bed gingerly.

Her arm suddenly held his neck when he was about to straighten up.

Did she wake up? August paused with a fast heartbeat.

Yet as he looked down, Lucia was still having her eyes closed.

Her body even twitched a little as her sleep was being disturbed, though she wasn't really wakened.

With a sigh of relief, he removed her hand from his neck and covered her with the thin sheets from aside.

He even gazed at her with a sense of sympathy after doing all that, though he suddenly realized such an improper emotion and began to blame himself on this ominous sign.

With a knot in his forehead, August walked out of the ward and headed for the lift resolutely without looking back.

As the chilly night wind blew out of the hospital, he became soberer, and was able to justify his behavior with a theory that the emotion was only due to his sense of guilt for Lucia, definitely not because of anything else.

That thought made him feel better, and he went back into his car, instructing Burton to head for the villa.

Lucia woke up the next morning, thinking she was still in a dream when she felt the soft sheets underneath when she turned over her body.

That was the best sleep she'd ever had during these days.

Yet it felt too true to be a dream, which awakened Lucia gradually.

Through her bleary eyes, she just saw the white ceiling of the ward, which implicated the face that her she was lying on the bed of an empty room.

She sat up instantly in panic, "Mom, Dad?"

Where were they now? And how come she was on a bed? Having scrutinized the structure of the room, she came to realize it was a different one from her father's.

Lucia got off the bed quickly, though still being puzzled about how she woke up on a bed when she'd slept on the bench at first.

Was it due to her sleepwalking? Lucia dared not to go on thinking.

She could only rush out of the ward after putting the sheets away.

Elisa was still sleeping when Lucia returned to their own ward.

Lucia thus stayed on the bench outside, letting her imagination run away with her.

She began to remember that she seemed to have had dream last night, in which a man carried her to the bed, and she could smell the faint fragrance from his body mingled with alcohol and something like perfume.

What an erotic dream and how shameful it was! Lucia blushed immediately with a quiver.

There came some noise from inside the ward at that moment, which wakened Lucia from her mind- wandering.

She turned round to push the door open after getting herself more sober by tapping on her cheeks.

Meanwhile, she gave a secret sigh of relief because everything in the dream was so blurry that she had no way to see the man's face clearly.

Or it would just get her rather awkward.

In reality, the hero of Lucia's dream was standing in a dim and damp cellar, where a man was bound and hanging high, whose face was swollen with bruises and ragged clothes revealed the bleeding wounds by the whipping.

As August raised his chin a little, the stalemate was ended by his gesture to imply his staff to continue the torture.

That triggered the man’s pleading in a jarring and trembling voice, "I...I really don't know anything..."

August didn't exhibit any facial expression, as though he hadn't heard the pleading at all.

His staff thus went on cracking the whip which was made with barbs.

The shriek of the man went with the whipping which was getting even more severe and making the man's blood-soaked clothes into pieces.

August walked out, still with a poker face.

Joshua was smoking at the landing of the cellar, being expressionless too, hearing the screams resounding in the whole space.

Taking a puff of rings of smoke, Joshua told August lightly, "I guess he really knows nothing about it."

The man being tortured was no other than Nolan Vermon.

August replied calmly and coldly, "I know that."

As Nolan had confessed, someone contacted him on the net, sending him a down payment for some mission, and promising to pay the rest amount when he had manipulated the car.

But that man never showed up in reality, only calling him through vocal meeting, where his voice was distorted and the phone number was a virtual one.

Nothing could lead to the real identity of the man behind all the plots.

August knew Nolan was not lying when he said he knew nothing more.

"You might take his life if your guys do it too hard."

Joshua raised his eyebrows and asked with another puff.

August replied blandly with a serious look, "He deserves that."

This Nolan boy was seeking for such an outcome when he had done something so cruel to Lucia, August just hated his guts even when he knew he could dig out nothing from Nolan's mouth.

Seeing August wiping his hands with wet tissue, Joshua stubbed his cigarette and reminded, "Don't overdo it.We still need to submit him to the police."

"I know how far I've gone."

There was a hint of chilliness in August's eyes.

They then went out of the cellar and entered the bright living room after walking through basement.Bond was busy tapping away at his the computer there.

After going a few paces, Joshua eventually asked, "Do you think Nolan would be related to that matter before?"

"I don't think so." August answered coldly.

"They are obviously done by different groups of people."

The man behind Nolan was apparently an impertinent one, whose only purpose was to hurt August.

Yet the man August was really after was a much more cunning one, who wouldn't have exposed himself in such an unintelligent way.

Bond uttered at the moment, "There's some development here."

Both with a stern look, August and Joshua strode towards Bond.

"What's it?"

"There are some noteworthy traces of Ted Stebbing.I bet he's up to something now." Bond reported.

He then made a simulation based on all of Ted's traces, which showed his movement was within the peripheral areas centering around the north-eastern part of Austos City.

That was a dubious location where one could access convenient transportation via roads and water in a remote place far from the city.

Joshua frowned and cursed solemnly, "This wily old fox must be up to something funny when he flees back from Franksfurt.

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August frowned too, yet only got himself seated aside and kept silence for quite a long time.

He began to realize they were already involved in a picture much more complicated than imagination, and the odds of success only depended on whether they could cope with it calmly and wisely.

Night fell soon, where the nasty reveled surreptitiously under the cover of darkness.

It was pitch dark around the warehouses of the north-eastern part of Austos City, where some cars were already hiding around, watching that area closely.

A car drove towards that direction before long, with the car lamps penetrating the night like the sharp eyes of a predator.

The car entered the warehouse and reappeared outside soon, almost staggering.

Not long after it drove for a short distance, the car tilted as its tire punctured with a huge noise.

Ted Stebbing, who was inside the car, stretched out his hand instantly to feel the weapon around his waist while watching outside with great alarm.

"What the hell is going on?" the buzz cut cursed at the driver's seat.

"Shut up!" Ted snapped coldly.

His sharp eyes seemed so bright in the darkness as he found something fishy around.His instinct was right.A jarring sound split the night in no time.