Chapter 252 Judson is a Villain
When Eula heard those words, she couldn't stem the tide of emotion and sank to her knees. She didn't dare make a sound, fearing Judson would see her in such a pitiful state. Enduring the pain, she quickly got up and rushed into the lounge, locking the door behind her.
Judson had actually seen her fall but wisely chose not to approach. His mood seemed to improve, and he looked at his right hand's index and middle fingers, his smile growing more sinister. He pressed the speakerphone button on his desk phone and said, "Myles, come in."
Upon hearing Judson's summons, Myles even felt like resigning and running away immediately. But he didn't dare; he could only resign himself to walk towards the CEO's office.
At the office door, he encountered Winnien, who smiled and asked, "Myles, you seem to be in trouble. Is that so?"
One was the chief secretary, the other a special assistant; their positions were similar, and they usually bickered when they met.
Myles glanced at her indifferently and asked irritably, "Where did you just go?"
Winnien's smile froze; she had just gone to buy women's underwear, and Mr. Nash had requested the most seductive ones. However, it was task assigned by Judson that couldn't be disclosed.
Myles snorted coldly. "Do you know what mistake I made? Remember to knock before entering the office, and if there's no response, don't just barge in."
He had suffered because of this, mistaking silence for Mr. Nash's usual demeanor. Who could have imagined walking in on such a fiery scene? Myles sighed deeply and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came Judson's cold voice, and only then did Myles push the door open and enter.
He walked to Judson's desk, head lowered, standing like a student who had made a mistake. "Mr. Nash, I'm sorry." He thought that admitting his mistake upfront might make Judson less angry.
Judson's long fingers lightly tapped the desk, his eyes dark, voice cold. "Help me arrange a meeting with Geoffrey tonight to discuss the land in the east of the city."
Myles's eyes lit up; it turned out Judson wasn't looking to trouble him. "Yes, Mr. Nash, I'll arrange it right away." Originally, this task should have been arranged by Eula.
It seemed Judson was aware of Geoffrey's interest in Eula. When Myles entered the office today, he had overheard some secretaries gossiping that Eula had returned with a large bouquet of red roses, personally delivered by Geoffrey downstairs. It seemed Judson had heard these rumors too.
Tonight, when the rivals met, the atmosphere would surely be tense.
Eula changed into new underwear and stuffed the old pair into her bag, not wanting to see it again. She couldn't leave them in the lounge's trash can, so she had to put them in her bag to throw away after work. She kept her head down and started working, not daring to glance at Judson.
Judson, knowing her temperament well, didn't even have a cup of coffee that afternoon and was left simply enduring.
Until the end of the workday, Eula couldn't help but glance at him. "Mr. Nash, may I leave now?"
It was already six-thirty, and he showed no signs of leaving. If he didn't need her, she yearned to go home to her three children. Judson, still busy, replied absentmindedly, "You may leave."
Eula's eyes lit up, and she happily packed her things, eager to run out with her bag.
Judson suddenly glanced at her lips. "Take this."
A box of ointment lay quietly on the desk. Eula grabbed it, puzzled about where to apply it. She bore no injuries. Her big eyes blinked with confusion, wanting to ask but unable to.
Judson gently touched his nose. "Your lips are a bit chapped. Apply this ointment, and they'll heal quickly."
Eula's face flushed red. He was reminding her of everything that had happened in the office today. She pressed her lips together and ran out.
