The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 124 A Showdown

Susan was startled when she was lifted into midair.

She did not dare to shout out loud so she just complained in an undertone, "Put me down, Julian. We’re in the office right now!"

However, Julian paid her no heed. He harrumphed and held her even tighter.

Everybody in the office looked slack-jawed as Julian carried Susan into the office in his arms.

Shocked, puzzled, jealous, and envious. Susan could feel all sorts of gazes boring into her.

Thanks to Mr. Shaw, Susan was in the spotlight once again. If there was a hole, she would certainly bury herself in it.

Julian carried her all the way before finally putting her down in his seat.

After Susan settled herself down on the seat, she cleared her throat and said, "I sprained my ankle, so M r. Shaw carried me in. We're really lucky to have a good boss like Mr. Shaw who cares about his staff.”

After a short bout of silence, only then did the crowd begin to come around from the shock. One after another, the crowd began assenting, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're too lucky.”

There were also several female colleagues wondering i f they should do the same or not.

After all, when Susan tripped in the canteen last time, she fell straight into Julian's embrace. This time, she sprained her ankle and Julian came forward to carry her in his arms. It seemed to them that Julian had a tender heart to the fairer sex, so there was a possibility that he would treat them the same way if they imitated Susan.

Their hearts began to race and their faces blushed when they thought about having close contact with Julian.

Luke and his crew soon arrived. He glanced over at Susan and it took him a lot not to walk over to her to check her out. He then put on an indifferent face as he suggested, "Miss Shelby’s feet look serious. I think we should send her into the hospital right away."

"It's okay, it's okay," Susan waved her hand, "Just get m e some medication and I'll be fine."

As she was talking, she attempted to raise her feet. However, she seemed to have overestimated herself, and the moment she stood up, a sharp pain pierced through her and she shouted.

Julian's expression turned even darker. He pressed her back onto the seat and instructed, "Sit down and don't move."

"Okay," Susan said as she looked at him with dewy eyes. She did not move anymore.

Julian examined her ankle for a while, then turned around and ordered his secretary, "Go and find me an ice pack.”

"Huh?" The secretary was stunned. He had no idea where to find an ice pack at this moment. 1

That being said, he still went away to do the bidding a s Julian instructed. The secretary was efficient. Soon enough, the ice pack arrived.

Julian took over the ice pack. Just when he was going to apply the ice pack on Susan's ankle, Susan went forward and snatched it away from his grasp. Then, she forced a smile on her face and said, "It's okay, Mr. Shaw. I can take it from here. You guys should go on with your meeting. I'll be fine by myself."

While they were waiting for the ice pack, she had a feeling that she would have died a thousand times if those gazes were all swords.

'This is too scary!'

When Julian saw Susan trying to keep a distance from him, his eyes darkened and his expression turned stony. However, he did not say anything and just let out a snort before standing up.

As Julian walked away, Susan could sense the intensity of the gaze from the crowd lessened by a huge degree, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Charlotte had been telling herself that she should not mess with Susan in front of Julian. Wrath and jealousy contended in her, but she held them back.

Now, she could not hold it anymore and asked, "Mr. Shaw, can we get to business already?"

Throwing her a sidelong glance, Julian answered," Employees are the root of the organization. Taking care of employees is the most important thing for an employer to do."

Julian talked with so much seriousness that his secretary rolled his eyes.

'Well... No offense, but Mr. Shaw, you never cared for u s before.'

"Mr. Shaw is indeed a great employer. It’s no wonder that Lanyard can reach such a great height under your lead," Luke said, but nobody could tell whether he was being sarcastic or if he was genuinely complimenting Julian.

Julian lifted his brows and took it as a compliment," Thank you for your compliment. Let's go back to our resort project."

As Julian spoke, he gestured at the head department o f design.

The department head nodded and distributed the information to everybody.

"In your hands is the detailed report of the resort project. Behind me are the best interior designs from the Jenkins Corporation," Julian announced.

With his command, several young designers walked out of the Jenkins' crowd.

"So what we will do is, until 4 o'clock in the afternoon, they will stay here and work with everyone on the interior design of the resort project," Julian continued, "When time is up, designers on both sides will have to come up with a simple plan, and the one with the best design will be in charge of the design for the resort for the entire project. Is that clear?"

Even though Julian talked with a flat voice, all of the designers from Lanyard suddenly saw the light.

Designers from the Jenkins Corporation were here to compete with them. Even though the resort project was a collaboration between the Jenkins Corporation and Lanyard, there had to be one to lead while the other to aid. In other words, whoever appeared victorious in this showdown would have more say in the project.

Lanyard’s designers' eyes shone. If they could help Julian secure the round, they might get promoted or a raise!

Everybody was pumped up, and a knowing grin hopped onto Julian's lips.

"You guys can use the table here." The head of the department pointed at a few tables in front of him. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The designers from the Jenkins Corporation then walked over to the table confidently.

After they took their seats, they gazed over to the designers from Lanyard and engaged in a staredown contest with them. Both sides refused to back down, and there was a strong smell of

gunpowder in the air.

'This is just like a mini competition!' Susan's eyes lit u p as she could feel her blood boiling.

Just when she was rubbing her fists eager to get into action, Julian shot her a surreptitious glance and said, "Okay, now business is done. Alfred, find someone and send Susan to the hospital.”

Alfred nodded in assent, and just when he was about t o do his bidding, Susan shouted, "No, wait! There's no need to go to the hospital. Look, the swelling has already gone down and I'm feeling much better right now."

She took the ice pack away, and just like she said, the swelling had subsided.

"You still need to go to the hospital," Julian repeated.

Left with no other choice, Susan coiled her arms around the back of the chair as she refused to go, "I'm fine, really! I want to stay and join them!"

"We have enough designers on hand right now, so you still have to go to the hospital,” Julian said with a frown.

"But I'm fine now!" Susan refused to let go of her arm, looking fixedly at Julian with expecting eyes.

It was her dream to become a great interior designer. This was a great opportunity that would not happen every day, so she did not want to miss it.

Julian wanted to say no, but when he saw the pleading look in Susan's eyes, he fell silent.

After a short tousling with himself, he pressed his thin lips and said, "You can stay, but you must tell us i f you're not feeling well." "Sure, sure. I promise you!" Susan agreed, exhilaration thick in her voice.

"Then let's wait for the final result," Luke said indifferently as he lowered his gaze.