Chapter 428 Addressing Physical Needs
Anthony loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. His slender fingers slid past his sexy Adam's apple, making Rebecca swallow involuntarily.
He had such a great body; it must feel amazing to touch. She really wanted to touch it, but she wondered if the size down there matched his height.
Rebecca suddenly realized what nonsense she was thinking and slapped her forehead. "Mr. Lewis, don't do this. Please don't seduce me. I'm afraid I might do something crazy."
She stared at Anthony's beautifully curved collarbone, feeling a bit weak. "How many years would I get for raping a man?"
Anthony buttoned up his shirt again. "I'm just a bit hot. Your phone is ringing."
The call was from Winona. She answered it while slipping out of the lounge, touching her nose as she left. Luckily, no nosebleed.
Nicholas's car was parked in the club's basement. He didn't get in immediately but instead lit a cigarette, his features softened and translucent by the warm glow of the cigarette. Nicholas took a deep drag and slowly exhaled grayish-white smoke.
Nicholas lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the palm of his left hand. Just now, he had used this hand to touch Winona's belly. The soft sensation seemed to still linger in his palm.
It was only early October, not too cold yet, and the club had the air conditioning on. Winona was only wearing a thin undershirt, and he could feel her body temperature through the fabric.
Nicholas tightened his fingers, as if trying to grasp something, but it seemed like a meaningless gesture. He closed his eyes, experiencing a few seconds of blankness and sluggishness in his mind.
His tall figure was enveloped by the fluorescent light, making him appear particularly lonely and desolate.
The monotonous ringtone of his phone echoed in the quiet parking lot, instantly dispelling the suffocating oppression. Nicholas slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the caller ID on his phone.
It was an unknown number.
"Hello."
"Mr. Ramsey," it was the club manager's voice, "we've canceled the swimsuit party as you ordered."
"Alright, thank you. I'll cover any losses. Just send the bill to my phone."
"No problem. We've arranged other programs to make up for it, and so far, no customers have asked for refunds," the manager said, holding back his frustration. They had been hosting the swimsuit party for years, and it was always a hit with the guests. How could it cause a bad influence now?
The club manager thought to himself, 'Nicholas must be from some backwater place. He really hasn't seen the world.'
Hanging up the phone, Nicholas stubbed out his cigarette and tossed the butt into a nearby trash can. After letting the smoke dissipate from his body, he opened the car door and got in.
He didn't go home but headed straight to the hospital.
On the 7th floor, in the orthopedics department, in a single room near the restroom, Leon lay alone on the bed, his leg in a cast and his hand wrapped in bandages.
He wanted to sleep, but the anesthesia had worn off, and the throbbing pain in his wound kept him awake.
Hearing the door open, Leon turned his head towards the entrance. Seeing Nicholas, he grimaced in pain. "Mr. Ramsey, who the hell would be so wicked to throw marbles in the company's emergency exit? Those marbles must have been oiled; they were so slippery."
Nicholas pulled up a chair next to the bed and shook his head. "Security said the emergency exit's surveillance camera was broken. It had been reported before, but no one dealt with it."
Leon fell silent. So, his leg was broken for nothing.
Nicholas said sincerely, "I'm sorry. If it weren't for me wanting to take the stairs, you wouldn't have broken your leg. Just focus on recovering. Don't worry about work; I've arranged for someone else to cover for you. This is a work injury, so your salary will be three times the usual amount."
Leon had been lying down for hours, his back aching. He wanted to turn over, but any movement pulled at his wound, causing excruciating pain.
"Mr. Ramsey, when you left this afternoon, did my fall cause any delay for you?"
Nicholas glanced at him and said, "No."
Leon sighed in relief. "Mr. Ramsey, you left in such a hurry. Was it something urgent?"
Nicholas said, "Yes."
Seeing Leon still staring at him, seemingly unwilling to let it go without an explanation, Nicholas said indifferently, "Addressing physical needs."
Leon fell silent for a long time.
Nicholas was just there to make an appearance. After sitting for a few minutes, he got up and left.
On his way downstairs, he passed a trash can and threw his empty cigarette pack into it.
The cigarette pack hit the bottom of the trash can, the lid opened, and a few oiled marbles rolled out.
He took out his phone, switched to another SIM card, and dialed a number. His deep voice carried far in the night wind as he said, "Caleb, I have a favor to ask."
Near the Dreamopolis Museum, in a coffee shop.
Winona held a cup, looking down at the dark liquid inside, which was rippling in circles. She pressed her lips tightly together and finally spoke, "Caleb, I'm sorry, but I can't return to the museum right now."
She hadn't expected Caleb to come and ask her to return to work at the museum, especially since he had personally approved her resignation.
Caleb sighed deeply, saying, "It's such a pity, Winona. You have great potential and talent as an artifact restorer. If you stick with it, you'll definitely achieve great things in this field. It's such a shame for you to give up now."
He had seen the news about Zachary's disappearance and had a rough idea that Winona's decision to leave her dream and enter the business world was related to it. Caleb said, "If Mr. Bailey knew, he wouldn't want you to do this."
"My choice has nothing to do with him," Winona didn't want Zachary to bear such a heavy burden. She looked up. "Caleb, may I ask why you suddenly want to persuade me to return to the museum?"
It had been three months since she resigned. If he had wanted to persuade her, he would have done it long ago.
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