Chapter 63: Almost Hit
Seb glanced at Isabella before extending his hand, polite and friendly. "Hello."
"I've heard that Mr. Landon is approachable and down-to-earth. Today, meeting you in person truly lives up to your reputation. No wonder you could start from scratch and build the grand Landon Group so successfully." Charlie was flattered for a moment.
Isabella looked embarrassed and quietly turned her head.
It was only when Nina mentioned leaving that Charlie stopped talking, but he still shamelessly handed a business card to Seb: "Mr. Landon, I heard you acquired the Northhaven property. Our W.S. Group offers great value and excellent service, albeit with a smaller reputation. If we’re lucky, it would be our great honor to collaborate with the Landon Group."
Seb paused, then took the business card and said, "I will consider it."
"Thank you, Mr. Landon. We'll take our leave now," Charlie said, not forgetting to turn back and greet Isabella. "Bella, Nina, and I are heading back. Come over for dinner this weekend. I will cook your favorite dishes."
Outside the hospital, Charlie's expression soured. He withdrew his hand from Nina's grip, discontentedly reprimanding, "What's wrong with you? I hadn't finished talking to Mr. Landon. Who gave you the right to ask me to leave?"
Nina frowned. "Didn't you see Bella's expression?"
"What's wrong with her expression? She asked for the meal, which we specially brought over to indirectly please Mr. Landon. Is she still unhappy?"
"Bella has only recently joined the company. If you upset Mr. Landon, it will be Bella who suffers. Besides, you're not familiar with Mr. Landon. Loose lips sink ships, and speaking too much may not be beneficial." Nina said.
"What do you know?" Charlie asserted, "This is the way business operates. You must possess the courage to generate income. That's why someone like you will always be just a housewife, never able to achieve anything significant!"
Feeling somewhat inferior, Nina replied, "I don't understand. This is how my life will be, which is why I hope Bella can succeed."
"Look at Isabella, all timid and shy. If she succeeds, I'll write my name backwards!"
"You!" Nina's eyes reddened, and she felt somewhat angry. She didn't mind what Charlie said about her, but when it came to Isabella, she couldn't tolerate it.
"Enough. Get in the car. Go home!" Charlie opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and immediately started boasting to some colleagues on the phone. Listening to their praises, Charlie became even more pleased. However, when he turned his head, he saw Nina still standing outside the car, glaring at him angrily.
"Aren't you getting in the car?" Charlie furrowed his brow impatiently.
At this moment, someone messaged him, [Charlie, after landing such a big deal, are you going to treat us to a drink?] One person initiated the conversation, and others followed suit.
"Yes, this is a cause for celebration. Charlie, assistant manager position will be within your grasp, right?"
"I vote for Charlie!"
"Charlie, we're here to congratulate you. Where should we go for dinner tonight?"
Charlie's tail was practically wagging with joy. "Sure, my treat. I'll be there soon."
"No, you can't go!" Nina said.
Charlie impatiently looked at her and said, "I'm going to treat my buddies to a drink. Mind your own business."
With that, he stepped on the gas and drove off.
"Charlie!" Unaware of a turning car, Nina took a few steps forward and narrowly avoided a collision.
The screeching of brakes pierced the air.
Nina froze at the shout, only to find two men in front of her, both looking fierce and intimidating. Richard Mille, the man standing behind Michael, appeared especially challenging to get along with.
"I'm sorry." Nina tried to get up, but as soon as she exerted force, a sharp pain shot through her knee, causing her to fall back down.
A pair of hands reached out to help her up. "Are you hurt?"
Nina looked up and saw the somewhat intimidating man, Richard. She hesitated, retracted her hand, and supported herself with one foot. "I'm fine."
Richard furrowed his brow, then unexpectedly squatted down, gripping Nina's calf with his large hand.
Nina let out a scream of surprise.
After examining Nina's knee, Richard lifted her up and headed towards the hospital.
Michael, standing behind, was stunned. "Brother Richard!"
Richard slightly turned his head. "Park the car properly first, then come find me."
Entering the medical room, Richard made Nina sit in a chair and said to the doctor, "She's injured. Could you please take a look?"
"Did you register?"
"No."
"Please register first."
Richard frowned, and the atmosphere instantly chilled. With his demeanor, it seemed like he could dismantle the entire medical room.
The doctor, somewhat afraid, swallowed hard and explained, "We have to follow the procedure. Please register first, and I'll attend to her."
"Fine!" Richard turned to Nina and said, "I'll go register."
Nina nodded.
The doctor exhaled a breath of relief as Richard left to register. While tending to Nina's knee, he cautiously asked, "Is he your boyfriend?"
Surprised, Nina shook her head and said, "No."
"Oh, that’s great. He doesn't seem like a good-tempered man. You seem quite honest. Be careful not to attract such men. They're hard to handle."
Nina explained, "You've misunderstood. I don't know him."
Soon, Richard returned from registering, and Nina glanced at the registration form, seeing his name written on it: Richard Mille.
Nina's jeans had a rip at the knee. The doctor made the tear larger for easier treatment. The ruin of a perfectly good pair of pants caused Nina to feel somewhat distressed.
After treating Nina's injury and providing her with medication, Richard lifted her up again to leave.
Charlie was the only man who had ever held Nina. She blushed at the unfamiliarity and said to Richard, "You can put me down. I can walk."
Ignoring her words, Richard simply glanced at Nina and continued walking, carrying her out of the hospital.
Richard's car was parked outside. When Michael saw him approaching, he quickly opened the back door. Richard then carried Nina into the car.
Richard asked her, "Your address," once the door had closed.
Nina was momentarily stunned; he was going to take her home.
She waved her hand, saying, "It's not necessary..."
"Address!" With suffocating pressure, Richard furrowed his brow slightly.
Nina hesitated for a moment before giving the name of the neighborhood next to her house, knowing Richard wasn't someone to mess with.
As the car drove off, Nina politely said, "Thank you for taking me back. Goodbye."
She turned to open the car door, but it remained locked.
It wasn't until Richard got out of the car that he walked around to her side. Then Michael finally unlocked the door. Richard opened the door and reached out to pick her up.
