Chapter 22 Was she deliberately looking for an opportunity to meet him
Mr. Hall had never appeared in the medical room for hundreds of years, but today was the first time, which was really unexpected.
The young doctor had seen some interviews about Brady in finance magazines and on television. This man was not only young and promising, but also not interested in women.
Especially clean-living.
Such wealthy, handsome, and faithful men were really rare.
Moreover, he was also the heir to the leading family among the four major families in North America.
The Hall family's commercial empire and wealth were awe-inspiring.
Naturally, the young doctor admired him as well. However, such a man would never suddenly come to their medical room even if he was injured. He had his own professional medical team, but this time... he suddenly came.
Quietly in her heart, the young doctor began to daydream.
A thin layer of blush appeared on her round face, and her hands and voice started to tremble while she wiped away the bloodstains for him. She asked, "Mi... Mr. Hall... Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"
Brady relaxed and allowed the female doctor to treat his wound. His voice was calm as he replied, "No." Getting injured today was a bit unexpected.
He had originally made an appointment with a friend to play golf at the golf club in the morning.
But when the car left the Hall family building, a small car suddenly appeared from somewhere and almost crashed into their car. His driver braked urgently, but he couldn't hold on and hit his forehead.
Bumping hard against the glass, and then bouncing back, Brady accidentally scraped his forehead with the edge of the folder he was holding, causing a small cut that started bleeding. This unexpected incident happened too suddenly.
Naturally, Brady suspected whether someone was sabotaging him. However, the person driving the car was just an ordinary passerby, so he let it go.
"Mr. Hall, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you must let us know," the female doctor said sweetly, trying to please him with her tender voice. Brady responded coldly with a "hmm," without saying much.
The middle-aged female doctor finally gathered all the necessary medication for treating the wound and hurried over to help him.
Violet glanced at the man sitting in the chair with the corner of her eye, really not wanting to be in the same room with him, even though there were many other people in the room.
She didn't want him to mistake her intentions again, as if she was intentionally seeking opportunities to encounter him. She definitely did not want that!
Violet narrowed her eyes slightly and whispered to Max, who was applying medicine, "Mr. Green, I'm ready. Shall we go back to the company?"
Max had the same idea, but before leaving, he wanted to talk to Mr. Hall about their company's work plan.
After tightly closing the bottle of iodine, Max stood up and helped Violet off the bed.
Inadvertently, their bodies brushed against each other.
Brady, sitting not far away, couldn't help but curl his lips in disdain. This woman had calculated to sleep with her before, and now she was planning to switch targets?
Without any reason, he casually said, "Mr. Green is quite concerned about his subordinates?" After saying this, Brady realized that there was something strange in his words.
Was he feeling jealous?
Jealousy? It was truly ridiculous. He didn't like this woman who had plotted against him in the first place, so how could he be jealous?
Brady immediately dismissed his whimsical thought and focused on his injury.
Max was unaware of the incident between Brady and Violet and thought that he was being praised. He politely replied, "Mr. Hall, it is only natural to care for subordinates."
"Mr. Hall... I have already made the necessary modifications to the plan we sent yesterday. I am confident that it will meet your satisfaction."
Brady coldly watched the two of them and let out a faint 'hmm' from his nose.
He seemed uninterested in discussing Max's insignificant work plan.
In Brady's eyes, Max was an ambitious person.
He had seen through this when he acquired their company.
However, his ambition did not match his abilities.
His abilities were lacking.
That's why his work plan seemed empty.
After Brady's cold response, Violet subconsciously met his strong and sharp gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.
Why was this man looking at her like that?
Could he really think that she was intentionally trying to get close to him again?
If he really thought that way, Violet really didn't know what to say.
To avoid him thinking like that, Violet quickly found an excuse to leave first. "Mr. Green, I'll go upstairs to prepare the materials for the meeting."
Max wanted to go upstairs with her, so he rejected her suggestion to leave first. "Ms. Devereux, wait a moment. It would be very helpful for your work if you also listen to Mr. Hall's guidance."
Max had something hidden in his words, easily complimenting Brady.
But Brady showed no interest.
Closing his eyes, he said coldly, "Mr. Green, I need some peace and quiet."
After Brady spoke, Max realized that he had been presumptuous earlier. He quickly lowered his head and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hall. We won't disturb you."
As Violet listened, she immediately felt relieved.
She could finally go back to her own office.
After Max and Violet left, while Brady was being treated by the female doctor, he couldn't help but ask involuntarily, "That Ms. Devereux What's going on with her?"
"Oh... Ms. Devereux... She's fine, just had a little fall and scraped her knee. It's nothing serious," the middle-aged female doctor replied respectfully.
Brady nodded, realizing that he had been acting strange just now.
Why did he suddenly care about this woman's situation?
Brady immediately raised his hand and lightly pressed his eyelids to get rid of the jumbled images of Violet, waiting for the female doctor to continue treating his wound.
After about 10 minutes, the treatment of Brady's forehead injury was completed.
Brady stood up and walked out of the medical room with his assistant by his side.
His assistant, Linda, followed closely, took a glance at her boss's white shirt with a few red dots of blood, and quietly reminded, "Mr. Hall, I'll get you a clean shirt."
Without turning his head, Brady just made a sound of acknowledgement and continued walking towards the exit.
Just as they were about to reach the elevator, Brady's phone in his pocket started ringing, it was his elderly grandmother calling.
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