Chapter 95 Will I Be Fired?

Mildred was about to speak, when she raised her eyes, and saw that Leopold Demp actually didn't look at the traffic lights, and walked onto the motorway where the traffic was flowing freely.

She was so frightened that her heart was about to jump out, she rushed over and grabbed him, a car screeched to a stop within a few centimeters of Leopold Demp's body, the driver lowered the window and yelled at him.

Mildred apologized with a smiling face, then turned around and dragged Leopold Demp back to the side.

The umbrella was blown away by the wind, and both she and Leopold Demp were drenched in the rain in the blink of an eye.

Mildred's eyes were fascinated by the rain, but he never dared to let go of Leopold Demp, holding his hand tightly, for fear that he would run a red light again.

She couldn't help but glanced at Leopold Demp, and finally realized that he seemed to be on the verge of a big deal.

After following him for an unknown distance, the phone rang again, and it was the editor-in-chief.

"Mildred, where are you? You hurry back to the venue! Today's interview task is very important, if you fail to interview those few guests, the consequences will be very serious, do you understand? Mildred, are you listening?'' The editor-in-chief asked.

Mildred silently hung up the phone, sorry for the editor-in-chief.

In the current situation, how could she leave?

With Leopold Demp like this, if she didn't follow him, he might die.

She thought Leopold Demp would go back when he was tired from walking, but unexpectedly, this idiot walked for more than six hours, even though the heavy rain stopped, he didn't stop.

He walked all the way to the beach, and there was no way to go before he finally stopped.

Then, he sat on the wet reef and stared at the sea water in a daze.

Mildred was wearing a pair of flat shoes, and her feet were covered with blood blisters.

Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, her makeup was worn out long ago, and her clothes looked like they had been soaked in water.

She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Mildred sat paralyzed for a long time, and finally regained her breath.

She washed her face with sea water, looking at the dark sea, her heart beating like a thunder drum.

If she made a mistake, God could simply send a thunderbolt to strike her to death, why would Leopold Demp walk for more than six hours to torture her?

However, looking back at the instigator whose soul still seemed to have never returned, this embarrassment and complaints seem to be nothing.

Forgetting it, she had been in Mullan City for so many years, and she hadn't seen the sunrise by the sea, so she just thought to watch the sunrise this time.

Just as the sun was faintly appearing in the sky, Mildred was steadily preparing to enjoy the sunrise by the sea.

Leopold Demp, who had never said a word, seemed to wake up suddenly. He stood up and gave her a faint look.

"Let's go,'' he muttered.

Mildred was dumbfounded.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Going back,'' Leopold Demp replied. He had already started walking back.

Mildred was so angry, this man was really sent by God to punish her!

She thought they would have to walk for another six hours, but unexpectedly, Leopold Demp actually called a taxi.

In the car, Mildred's stomach growled with hunger.

Last night, she rushed to the charity night for an interview, so she ate a piece of bread. After walking for so long in the middle of the night, her energy was exhausted long ago.

A breakfast shop on the side of the road had opened, and the smell of freshly baked bread and waffles wafted over, and Mildred swallowed hard.

"Stop," Leopold Demp said to the driver suddenly.

Mildred was puzzled.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to go back?" She asked.

"Aren't you hungry?" Leopold Demp asked blankly.

''Oh...'' Mildred cooed.

She was so grateful that this guy actually knew how to care about her!

She ordered a bunch of things, and ate like crazy, Leopold Demp watched her eat the whole time.

"I didn't bring my mobile phone,'' Leopold Demp said after they had finished eating.

Mildred was confused.

So she had to pay the bill herself, hey, it was too early to start spending like that.

After they returned to the taxi.

Mildred didn't sleep all night, was exhausted, was drenched in the rain for most of the night, felt a little dizzy, and fell asleep leaning against the back seat.

In a daze, someone picked her up and called her name, and later, someone gave her medicine.

When Mildred finally woke up, she found herself lying on the bed, not at her home, but in Audrey Turnah's small apartment.

She blinked, what was going on? Wasn't she in the car?

Leopold Demp carried her up?

"You have a fever, you slept all day, and now the fever is gone,'' Leopold Demp said to Mildred.

He brought over a cup of warm water, and there were several medicines in his palm.

He helped Mildred to stand up, directly fed the medicine into her mouth, and brought water to her lips.

"Drink some water,'' he said to Mildred tenderly.

Mildred was a little confused.

When she had a fever, did Leopold Demp take care of her?

Was Leopold Demp possessed by something? Didn't he meet her and hate her ten times before? Why was he suddenly so gentle and considerate now?

After all, she didn't ask him to feed her water, she took a few sips of the water, feeling something was wrong.

When she lowered her head, she found that her wet clothes had been taken off, and she had put on... Audrey Turnah's pajamas!

The blisters on her feet were also covered with medicine and bandages.

Mildred's expression changed.

"Leopold! Why are you taking off my clothes?!" She asked.

Leopold Demp glanced at her.

"Don't get excited, the lady in the elevator downstairs changed your clothes for you,'' he replied.

"I took care of the injury on your foot,'' he added after a pause.

Mirabel patted her chest in fear, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are thoughtful," she said to Leopold.

Otherwise, she would have argued with him for a long time.

She looked at Leopold Demp, he must have taken a shower, changed his clothes, and there were still bruises from the beating on his face.

He probably hadn't slept at all, and his eyes were dark blue, but he was in good spirits. It seemed that the boy was in good health.

"What happened to you yesterday?" Mirabel asked.

"Who did you fight with?" She added.

"Nobody!" Leopold Demp abruptly replied.

Leopold Demp didn't want to say it, but his usual high spirits disappeared between his handsome brows, and his eyes were a little dim.

Mirabel tactfully did not continue to ask.

"If you fight with anyone, you don't need to torment yourself. If something happens, your relatives will hurt your enemies, and Audrey will be the first to cry to death," she told Leopold Demp.

A coldness flashed across Leopold Demp's eyes.

"There will be no next time,'' he said to Mildred.

Next time, I will never show mercy and give the opponent a chance to fight back.

He was silent for a while.

"Which guests did you want to interview?" He asked Mildred.

Mildred was slightly stunned.

"How do you know?" She asked Leopold.

"Your editor-in-chief called, and I answered it. He said that you did not complete the task and were absent from work without reason. The consequences would be serious," Leopold told Mirabel.

Mirabel was speechless.

She mentioned a few names.

"They are all well-known people in the business world. Our editor-in-chief wants to do an exclusive interview with them," she told Leopold Demp.

"Are they the only famous people?" Leopold Demp asked.

He raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Your editor-in-chief wants to trouble you, so tell him that you can interview more important people than this,'' he said to Mildred.

"What do you mean?" Mildred asked with her eyes widened.

"When you recover from illness and come to the capital, I'll help you contact the guests and interview these people in seconds,'' Leopold Demp replied.

"Take a good rest, I'm leaving,'' he suddenly stood up and told her.

Mildred was really confused by Leopold Demp's series of operations.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Go back to find Audrey," Leopold replied.

Here in Bullen City, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

He paused.

"Don't tell Audrey that I went to the beach at night,'' he added.

Mildred pouted.

Seeing that Leopold Demp was about to leave, Mildred asked.

"Don't you care about the finishing work of the charity night?"

Leopold Demp didn't answer, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

Mildred was stunned.

What is this man doing?

Turning her head and thinking of what Leopold Demp said, Mildred couldn't help being excited again.

She didn't go to the charity night interview, and she was already ready to be fired.

There were a lot of bigwigs in Internet technology in Bullen, but they were different from the bigwigs in the traditional business world. Although these Internet upstarts were younger, they were more low-key than each other, and they basically did not show up in front of the media.

If she could do an exclusive interview with one of them, she might not have to be forcefully resigned this time!